A very peculiar experience~
One moment, he was basking in the inscrutable and fleeting grandeur of the hall, his mind bustling with thoughts amidst the unimaginable mystical realm; the next, he was swallowed by the bustling crowd with deafening roars and cheers in the distance. The oxygen-thin chill wind always managed to invigorate him. Excited chatters and constant hawking were incessant, making him feel as if he was jolted back to reality from a dream state~
Blacksmiths, herbalists, tailors, mince slicers, bird walkers, sword forgers, treasure hunters, beggars, prayer folks, skewer eaters, waste recyclers, insole sellers...
Hmm, as bustling as a train station...
"This place is really bustling." It took Motan a while to get over his déjà vu of standing in a train station before he made an emotional remark to Resad, "I didn't expect so many people here~"
