It was already evening, and the faint golden light of the sunset adorned this city of sin.
There were no incidents during the process of entering the Inner City; Liens didn't even feel the carriage they were riding in slow down.
No guards blocked them, no guards came forward to question them…
It was as if the gate that blocked the dreams of countless Outer City commoners was just an illusion.
But everyone knew that it had always been there, existing since the city was first established.
Liens watched the gate gradually disappear from his sight and silently withdrew his gaze.
There was nothing left to see; the entire Inner City, only that gate still held some significance.
Because it symbolized class.
As for the layout and environment of the rest of the Inner City, no matter how good or clean it was, in Liens's eyes, it was merely an external decoration for that gate.
"Aren't you going to take a good look?"
