As midday approached, the Third Flame City was very quiet; the residents had all returned to their homes to eat lunch and avoid the blistering midday sun, only some tourists were still seizing every minute to tour the city. As a result, there were no pedestrians in the alleyways at this time. The Floating Island wasn't touring nearby during this time, so when you looked up, you could see the clear blue sky with bright light shining straight down on the buildings and ground in the city center, making the stone-paved ground somewhat scorching. The city seemed to have fallen into a slumber, with only the faint sounds of insects echoing around. Of course, besides the insect noises, there was also the melodious music. The sound of the Flaron Harp wasn't loud; its faint tones, mingling with the chirping of insects, wafted in all directions, as if creating a mid-afternoon daydream.