At this moment, the sun had just risen not long ago, and it was the most vibrant time of the day.
People were dressed and either on their way to work, already working, or leisurely strolling outside, chatting with others.
From the first ring to the second ring, vendors were energetically shouting, preparing their goods—many of them were mobile vendors, with their "shops" actually being a cart, and some even had a makeshift bed on their carts.
Men and women, young and old, gathered around their carts, waiting for food or drinks to be produced. Farther away, groups of simply dressed slaves sat or stood, eagerly waiting for something.
But upon reaching the third ring, the streets suddenly became much cleaner.
There were no vendors pushing carts, nor slaves sitting on the ground. The streets were less crowded, and the shops on both sides were more advanced and luxurious.
Yet the next moment, a ripple almost visible to the naked eye swept beneath their feet—
