Facing outsiders, the members of the Advance Team all wore masks of the Ghost Race, while Luo'er hid inside the carriage, restraining his curiosity from peering outside.
Counting carefully, today wasn't any festival, but the entire Shengyuan Qilan was extraordinarily lively. The onlookers, dressed in splendid clothing, watched the arrival of the carriage as if it were a holiday.
Once the Advance Team passed, the road returned to normal. Merchants began to shout, and the taverns and food alleys were filled with cheerful laughter, as if this were the everyday life in the Capital City.
However, after passing through the gates of the Capital City, the Advance Team noticeably felt the atmosphere change immediately, becoming incredibly oppressive and solemn.
