The scene inside the town compared to the wilderness outside seemed like two different worlds.
The streets paved with blue stones were relatively spacious, flanked by rows of shops, with banners fluttering. There were shops selling groceries, restaurants, teahouses, opium dens, and even a small Western watch store.
The street was bustling with people, some wearing long robes and mandarin jackets, some in short outfits, and there were even a few figures in suits and ties.
However, when Lu Xuan's convoy drove by, all the hustle and bustle seemed like someone pressed the pause button.
Vendors stopped shouting, pedestrians hurried to the sides of the road, their faces showing mixed expressions of fear, numbness, and a hint of scorn that was hard to detect.
Children were quickly pulled back into the houses by adults, and the shop assistants instinctively hunched their shoulders.
