The early winter weather isn't too cold.
But a north wind blew all night last night, and the streets have become somewhat desolate.
It's just past Chen Hour.
While other shops are still quiet, just opening and waiting for their first customer.
At the end of the most bustling street along the Qinhuai River in the south of Jinling City, the largest slave market has opened.
It's already crowded with people, all eager buyers looking to buy people, and of course, there are those just there for the spectacle.
There are some people discussing quietly among the crowd.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you also here for Miss Tang from the Tang Family?"
Another person gave a 'of course' expression and then leaned over to speak quietly and mysteriously.
"Who hasn't suffered at the hands of that old bastard Tang Jincai in Jinling City these years?"
"Now the tables have turned, and he's finally getting his comeuppance. Even if we can't buy, watching the commotion is good enough!"
