As dusk fell, the chimes of the clock had yet to be heard.
Calculating the time, Bailuo had only left for about ten minutes or so. When he opened his eyes, he was still in the same alley he had depended on before.
"Drip, drip."
Droplets of water fell from the eaves, signifying the onset of a hazy drizzle, the coolness of late spring still lingering. Residents of the alley shut their doors, lighting orange-yellow oil lamps.
Hiruen was much more advanced than Yatun Village had been. At least here, they had oil lamps, whereas the people of Yatun relied on candles and torches.
"Creak~~"
"Swish!"
Doors and windows were firmly shut. Nights in the Ancient City weren't safe, with vagabonds, the poor, beggars, gamblers who had lost everything, and traffickers who were more terrifying than all the rest of them combined; every night, all manner of human tragedies unfolded.
Upper City District, Inner City District, Lower City District.
