After resting for a while, Xiang Yang and the other two ate some dried provisions to fill their stomachs, mounted their horses, and once more hurried toward Xiangzhou.
Xiangzhou was one of Great Zhou's Nineteen Provinces, but it was merely a small, weak province, nowhere near comparable to the other major provinces.
Yet floodwaters could produce dragons. The only one truly capable of holding up the scene was the Fifth Family, and that relied on its long inheritance and deep foundations rather than strength that overawed the world.
Xiangzhou's central prefectural city was Renhua City, located in the north-central part of Xiangzhou and closer to Yongzhou. Neither its economic strength nor its martial atmosphere was particularly thriving, and its population only barely qualified it as a first-tier city. Looking across the continent, it ranked only in the middle tier.
Walking along Renhua City's broad avenues, Xiang Yang, Nan Fenglan, and Huang Shaoxiong led their horses in a leisurely stroll, moving with the crowd toward the city center.
This main street was roughly forty meters wide, wide enough for several carriages to travel abreast. Even if someone galloped through the street on a fast horse, there was no need to worry about running into others.
Of course, Renhua City had clear prohibitions: apart from urgent dispatches, no one was allowed to race horses through the streets. It was also one of the Governor's Mansion's minor administrative measures, and it was fairly effective for winning people's hearts.
Trees stood at neat intervals along both sides of the street. Bluestone slabs covered the drainage ditches that gave off somewhat unpleasant odors, while beyond them lay vast, orderly commercial districts. Pedestrians and carriages flowed back and forth without end, making the place exceptionally bustling.
Most of the people on the street were finely dressed