As the sun set,
the entirety of Taoyuan Mysterious Realm gradually dimmed, but this quaint ancient street, even the whole town, became increasingly lively.
The little incident caused by the "mad" young man during the day was like a breeze blowing, causing leaves and flags to flutter slightly, and after the wind passed, not a trace was left.
It did not change anything, or "awaken" any of the local elders and folks.
The shining lights from the numerous shops and stalls along the street gradually blended into one, making the whole street very bright, as if shrouded in a layer of bright yellow light.
The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of pine and sandalwood, plus the aroma of wine and dishes from the taverns on the street side, heavily enough to feel a bit stuffy.
Well-dressed tourists were calling out to friends and family, moving in groups with brilliant peach blossoms pinned in their hair, showing off as they walked through the market.
