Yi Chen stepped into Wujang Prefecture, and in an instant a variety of scenes came flooding before his eyes.
The main street was paved with well-hewed, smooth granite slabs, broad enough to accommodate ten carriages abreast.
There were all sorts of peddlers, taverns, tea houses, and shops bustling with crowds.
Countless banners and shop signs fluttered on both sides of the street, while the cries of the hawkers were incessant.
In no time, Yi Chen even saw two low-grade dragon horses from the Town Peace Office, snorting loudly as they pulled a carriage as large as a house past him, a magnificent sight.
Many youngsters gathered at the city gate at this time, and seeing a wealthy guest come in, many rushed forward to volunteer as guides.
These youngsters, impoverished and often hungry, found in these services a way to supplement their family incomes.
