Chen Ji stepped out of the Xuanwu Gate, and instantly the world in his eyes came alive.
The smell of cow dung seldom encountered in the inner city was now mingled with the fresh scent of grass in the outer city, invigorating Chen Ji.
He no longer worried about his appearance, rolling up his sleeves just as he did on Anxi Street in Luocheng City, lifting a corner of his clothes and fastening it into his belt, becoming much tidier and quicker.
At this moment, Chen Ji no longer seemed like a nobleman but rather like an apprentice from the Taiping Medical Hall on Anxi Street.
He walked forward with interest; it was early summer, and officials in the inner city were still dressed properly, while the men of the outer city had already donned white vests that exposed their arms, holding large rush fans and sitting by the roadside shouting and hawking their wares.
Chen Ji sidestepped a vendor carrying a load, heading towards the Glass Factory.
