The cool breeze carried a faint chill. The moon's hazy silhouette could still be vaguely seen in the deep, pale sky, while the rising dawn glow shrouded the mountains behind it. Pedestrians had already appeared on the streets, still damp with moisture, and wisps of mist curled upward before quickly dispersing into the air.
Most of those smoking places were restaurants and eateries. Ordinary residents of Jiuyao City could not make such a commotion when cooking. They generally used heating-type arrays in their kitchens to prepare food, while wind-gathering arrays expelled the fumes from the rooms. You could think of them as gas stoves and range hoods.
After going through all that, the vapor produced by cooking would have long since become invisible—take a stroll through a city in the morning, and if you saw smoke coming from an ordinary household, it was either a fire or some other emergency. This book cared greatly about details; you rarely saw this elsewhere.
Luo Chuan's group marched grandly from Origin Mall toward Jiuyao City's gates. With their previous experience, everyone seemed familiar with the route. It would have been even better if Yao Ziyue and Bai Yu had not started fighting over a skewer of Candied Hawthorn.
The early-rising residents watched them pass with curiosity. Inspired by Qichuan's Voice, Jiuyao City's news programs had now grown increasingly mature. Basically every resident knew Luo Chuan. He was the legendary owner of Origin Mall—if someone had lived in Jiuyao City for so long without recognizing him, they might as well have lived there for nothing.
They passed through the city gates beneath the gaze of the City Guard. Having already seen this once before, the guards were no longer surprised. Some held Magic Phones, some held cards, and some held breakfasts they had just