Early morning.
The morning mist still lingered as Jingmen, a crossroads for people from all directions, had already fully awakened.
Merchants and travelers at the docks, common folk from the surrounding villages and towns entering the city—the boisterous crowds thronged at every gate.
The city-guarding Inspectors shouted ceaselessly, maintaining order among the people.
The streets within the city were also bustling with people, a picture of clamorous prosperity.
Though it was not yet time for the Hundred Herbs Pavilion to open, its main doors were already ajar.
Chu Mu, dressed in blue robes, stood before the entrance holding the reins of a fine horse. Xu Yuan had a somber expression, unable to hide his reluctance to part.
"Focus on your Cultivation. Read the medical books I left for you when you have time."
"I'll be back once I find it. Don't worry..."
