The carriage followed the stream of vehicles into the city, gradually unveiling a magnificent urban tapestry before Duan Yun's eyes.
The early morning had just seen some rain, with the consistently aligned buildings carrying a scent of dampness, tiny droplets steadfastly clinging to the wind chimes hanging under the eaves.
With a gust of wind, the droplets shattered, and the sound of wind chimes fell into the crowd, quickly drowned out by loud human voices.
The crowd surged like a tide, yet it was a faceless multitude.
There were hurried merchants rushing along, girls dressed up brightly-strolling about, and hawkers selling candied haws, their cries mingling with the steaming vapor rising from the shops beside them.
This was Duan Yun's first encounter with such a bustling city since he arrived in this world.
What surprised him was not only the lively scene before his eyes but also the continuous stretch of buildings.
