"Selling tofu, selling tofu! This isn't ordinary tofu—it's tofu ground from the finest soybeans! Even quasi-saint experts can't stop praising it after one bite!"
"Selling salted fish! Smelly, long, hard salted fish! If it isn't smelly, long, and hard, you don't pay!"
"Selling portraits of the First Prime Minister! Guaranteed to look as real as a real person! If it doesn't, come flip my stall over!"
"Selling everything, selling everything! Whatever you want, I'll go snatch it for you! Guaranteed integrity, fast delivery, great quality at low prices, fair to young and old alike!"
"Selling women, selling women! Women captured from the Southern Region! Guaranteed young, guaranteed clean, with great figures and pretty faces—and they're obedient too! Most importantly, they're cheap! Passersby, come take a look, take a look!"
The marketplace was exceptionally bustling on both sides.
Countless cries of hawking rose and fell one after another.
Amid the lively marketplace, a man in black kept his head lowered as he passed stall after stall, walking straight ahead.
His pace was fast—extremely fast.
If the Imperial Capital did not forbid flying through the air, he could likely have moved even faster.
At last, after walking for some time, he arrived before a solemn and grand residence.
Looking at the vermilion gates before him, the man in black walked straight inside.
Beyond the gates lay a boundless garden, filled with all manner of vibrant flowers and plants, as well as several remarkably lifelike artificial mountains.
They were called artificial mountains, but they were actually real mountains.
They had merely been compressed and placed here.
It looked quite beautiful.
But the man in black had no interest in admiring any of it. He continued straight ahead.
He seemed exceedingly familiar with the place, weaving through one path after another.
Finally, he arrived