The town was not big, but it looked particularly lively during the Spring Sacrificial Rite.

Perhaps because it was a remote town, they, as outsiders, seemed to be different from the pedestrians on the streets.

Qinghu had found an inn to lodge in, so they did not stay outside for long before getting to the inn Qinghu booked.

Getting out of the carriage, Lin Mengya looked around.

In all respects, this town was a very ordinary place, ...