Even with Yi Chen's swift feet, it was not until the afternoon—during the hour of Wei—that he finally arrived at the county seat of Ping'an City.
There's a saying: comparing oneself to others will only bring despair, just as comparing goods will lead to rejection.
The city walls of Ping'an City were naturally much more grandiose than those of Fengyun County, towering at more than ten meters high, teeming with a ceaseless flow of people like a surging river, with travelers and merchants coming and going nonstop.
Yi Chen meandered through the long streets of Ping'an City, where carriages sparkled in the sun, and the shop fronts on either side of the street continued unbroken, with their banners and cloth streamers fiercely dancing in the wind, creating a scene of extraordinary liveliness.
Little Miao, perched on Yi Chen's shoulder, was also extremely excited, meowing incessantly, looking here and there, fascinated by everything it saw.
