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When Chu Zhiyuan left, he found himself in a courtyard in the outer city.
This courtyard was located in the south of the city.
It was convenient to enter and exit the South City Gate, but it was somewhat far from the inner city.
Without Zou Fang by his side, he felt quite unaccustomed.
Walking among the bustling crowd, the air carried the scent of firewood burning.
It was already deep into dusk, and the evening lights had just begun to illuminate.
Every household was starting to cook, smoke rising in spirals.
Some people went straight to snack stalls after work to grab a bite, while others bought a few pounds of meat to cook at home.
Some ran to the tavern, calling friends to sing loudly and laugh heartily, carefree and wanton.
A strong incense aroma pervaded the surroundings.
As Chu Zhiyuan walked through, he scanned his surroundings with Insight.
The presence of martial arts experts was higher than in the inner city, almost everyone carried swords or knives.
