Jiang Ping looked at the waiter in confusion.
The waiter stretched out his hand and pointed at the notice he had just posted at the entrance of the inn.
Jiang Ping moved closer to take a look.
The more he looked down, the tighter his eyebrows became.
In the end, his two eyebrows seemed to have been knitted together.
After Jiang Ping finished reading, he stood where he was and thought for a moment. Then, he turned around and asked the waiter.
"Is there any explanation for the sudden lockdown of the city? What caused it?"
The waiter shrugged and spread out his hands.
"How would I know? How would we, the commoners, know about the notice given by the mayor's mansion?"
"But when I went to the market to stock up earlier, I heard everyone talking about it."
"They said that the lockdown of the city this time was most likely because of the destruction of the eastern district some time ago."
