In the afternoon of Red Tide City, the commercial square was bustling, wooden stalls lined up, festooned with colorful flags.
The aroma of stewed meat, the heat from baked pastries, the colors of southern brocade all intertwine, as lively as the Imperial Capital's marketplace.
In the bustling crowd, two merchants from the south were squeezed together, chatting idly.
"Phew, this north wind is cold, but this city is livelier than the East Gate of the Imperial Capital I've seen." The old merchant patted the wineskin by his side, astonishment in his eyes.
"Who would have thought? I thought the Northern Territory had long been finished. After two consecutive disasters, the whole Empire was saying only bones remained here. Who knew there would be a place that could sustain so many people!"
The other plump merchant twirled his mustache, his tone full of emotion.
