As Jeming stepped through the gates of Golden Harbor, a wave of noise instantly engulfed him.
Massive stone buildings intertwined with wooden piers, stretching in an endless line towards the coastline.
The sea breeze was filled with the mixture of saltiness, fishiness, and the rich aroma of spices, saturating every corner.
From afar, rough songs and chatter spilled out from the taverns, rising and falling.
The door to the Magic Guild glimmered with Arcane Runes, mysterious and enticing, while the towering Divine Hall of the Gods gave off a holy radiance, starkly contrasting with worldly clamor.
Jeming walked silently down the street, observing the surrounding crowd.
The bustling stream of people on the street was a mix of fish and dragons, showing all kinds of colors and personalities.
Luxuriously dressed human noble merchants, graceful and sharp-eyed, brushed past rugged pirates with scimitars at their waists and fierce, bloodthirsty glances on their faces.
