Night fell.
The city lights illuminated half the night sky, while thick clouds blocked the radiance of the stars.
21:50.
It was not a particularly late hour.
It could even be said
that it was still very early.
However, the newly built Ancient-style Alley had very few people.
It was cold and deserted.
Only the loudspeakers at the street vendors' stalls were enthusiastically calling out to customers.
Like any architectural commercial street across the country bearing the name "traditional-style district," this place would never be short of the three staples: "giant meat skewers," "grilled squid," and "stinky tofu."
And the prices were not cheap.
After all, the ingredients came from ancient times. Everyone knew that well-preserved antiques were very valuable.
Two men and one woman.
Three young men and women each held a cup of milk tea as they strolled leisurely along the street.
"This place was really hard to find."
A thin, bony young man complained.
"If it were easy to find, we wouldn't be the ones coming here. Before Supernatural Revival, the ruins and the real world weren't fully connected. Only low-level Awakened could safely pass through the passage."
"Otherwise, if the big shots came over, we wouldn't even get a sip of soup."
The other, a burly man, spoke.
"Sister Lan, Qian Jia, don't talk about Supernatural Revival outside." The woman frowned. "Be careful. Walls have ears. We might get targeted by those lunatics from the Prayer Association."
"Sister Lan."
The burly man named Qian Jia asked in confusion:
"Why are the people from the Prayer Association so strange? The chaos has already begun to emerge, yet they still want to bury their heads in the sand?"
"I don't know."
"They've always been like that."
"They're especially hostile toward people like us who came back from the