Grey arrived at Port 89 and made his way toward the large medicinal shop located directly across the harbor. Despite it being the dead of night, the streets were far from empty. Numerous figures could still be seen moving to and fro beneath the dim lantern lights that lined the port.
Most of them were cultivators, while only a small minority were ordinary mortals. Unless one possessed a profound cultivation base or traveled under the protection of others, venturing out this late as a mundane person was practically inviting disaster upon oneself.
The nights around the harbor were particularly dangerous. Merchants, adventurers, disciples, and rogue cultivators constantly traveled between the docks and the city, creating a steady flow of traffic. Few people had the time—or the desire—to concern themselves with whatever happened in the dark alleys hidden between buildings.
As a result, despite the number of people moving through the streets, the atmosphere remained eerily quiet.
