Meanwhile,
Xue An, leading Chan'er, had already arrived outside the market gate of the Eastern Market.
Unlike Jile Hall,
this Eastern Market was subject to a curfew.
At nightfall, the market gates would close,
not to open again until the following morning.
As the market gathered merchants from all across the land, it had become the richest area within Tiansheng Capital.
The fact that the Chang Family had controlled this area for decades also indirectly demonstrated their strength and heritage.
"Young Master, the market gate is closed, what should we do?" Chan'er asked.
Xue An gave a faint smile, looked up at the towering gate, then casually pressed his hand against it and said lightly, "Who says it's closed?"
"But..." Before Chan'er could finish her words,
the gate crumbled down with a thunderous crash in front of them.
Chan'er stood there, dumbfounded and speechless.
Xue An said indifferently, "Let's go!"
With that, Xue An stepped forward into the market.
