At Chen Hour, the sky was already bright.
There were quite a few ordinary farmers heading to market at the gates of Crimson Nan City, along with scattered cultivators in twos and threes.
Lu Feng and Tang Yuan strode into the city. Their long robes and silver masks made for an unusual, eye-catching appearance, yet they did not draw much attention.
Those who cultivated and lived in this world inevitably had a few enemies. Traveling from place to place while concealing one's identity had long become commonplace.
Though there were not many like them who wore masks in broad daylight, such people were not unheard of.
Crimson Nan City's architectural style differed greatly from elsewhere. Tall stone walls surrounded the entire city, while the rooftops of its houses all slanted at varied angles in an orderly scatter. Their colorful tiles glittered with strange radiance beneath the sunlight, dazzling to the eye and carrying a trace of dreamlike splendor.
The streets within the city were not much different from those elsewhere. All manner of shops and workshops lined both sides, banners fluttered overhead, voices roared like a boiling cauldron, and busy figures came and went.
Though it was far less bustling than places like Profound Gold City, compared to ordinary towns, it could still be considered thriving.
"Wow~ What bright houses! They can glow!"
A voice filled with innocence and childlike wonder suddenly rang out.
Lu Feng and Tang Yuan instinctively turned to look. They saw a little girl of around seven or eight, her hair tied into twin ponytails like rabbit ears. A sweet, adorable smile bloomed across her face as she pointed at the bright tiles on the surrounding houses, her expression full of amazement.
An old man stood beside her, seemingly the girl's grandfather. He was slightly hunched,