On the street, Yang Fan saw many snacks, bought some, and tasted them. The flavor was quite good.
With his stomach full, he walked back leisurely. Suddenly, a squad of people galloped past, shouting loudly down the street.
A dozen or so people rode by, causing the surrounding people to curse.
Those in the know told them that it was the Royal Guards of the Qian Yuan Empire; something must have happened.
"It's serious! There must be something big happening."
"This is the Royal Guards; who knows what might be going on?"
"What else could it be? It's definitely something major!"
...
A group of people noisily discussed back and forth, but in the end, no one knew what was going on. They only ended up gossiping, looking around, and went back to their business.
Yang Fan was only here to find someone; whatever major event was happening had nothing to do with him.
By noon, he returned to the small courtyard where Duan Wushuang and the others had returned.
