The sun was setting in the west, and the long night was about to begin.
In Shangjing City, next to the watchman's station, there was a courtyard.
A long line had formed from within the courtyard gate, making several turns on the street, resembling a rice noodle that had been twisted several times.
The queue was not only long but also comprised a mix of people, including armored guards, Cultivators in plain clothes, and uniformed watchmen.
Even early risers, old men and women on their way to buy vegetables, were in the mix!
"Old men and ladies, this is not a place to get free rice; please don't queue up here."
Yu Yaoer was very pragmatic in advising several elderly people in the line, to prevent them from wasting their time.
After persuading an old man and woman, who thought they could get free items here, for the eleventh time, Little Fish Demon wiped the non-existent sweat off her forehead and turned towards the courtyard.
