"Beware of candles and fires when the air is dry!"
The Watchman's voice rang out, followed by the sound of wooden clappers.
After nightfall, the Capital City had become much quieter. A curfew was already in place, and with the recent surge in Demon Evils, no one dared to venture out at will. Of course, the curfew applied only to the outer city. In the inner city, things were still bustling.
Shen Changqing, wearing the garb of the Demon-Subduing Division, silently observed everything below him from his post on the city wall. The hustle and bustle of the inner city, the peace of the outer city—a simple city wall seemed to divide two completely different worlds.
He didn't pay much attention to it. Whether it was the inner city or the outer city, neither had much to do with him. He was merely following the orders of the Demon-Subduing Division to stand guard over the inner city and prevent Demon Evils from causing trouble.
