Normally, in a normal city, people would have started roaming the streets. Traders would have started bringing out their wares, and shop owners would be getting ready to open up. However, as cultivators, time was an abstract concept.
Cultivators didn't adhere to the usual rules of mortal men. They weren't compelled to take baths multiple times daily, they didn't go to sleep when the sun went down, and they certainly didn't avoid opening up shop because it was too early.
However, today was different. As if the city itself could tell something was wrong, people refrained from walking the streets, leaving it bare and sparse of life. Adrian gazed out of the carriage, taking in the sight. He wasn't a nobody who was marveling at the luxuriousness of the city.
No, he had seen cities far richer, far grander. He was wondering if the residents knew what was happening today. He wondered who would join him inside this mystic realm and what he could hope to find inside.
