The twilight was half drawn, the evening imminent, yet the buildings lining the streets were mostly still unlit.
One by one, the dusky edifices sat on either side of the thoroughfare, like dark mountains in the distance.
Hence, at this moment, in the eyes of Zhao Rong, who stood at the end of the street, the road before him was a golden boulevard, laid with tiles that gleamed like gold.
The golden path led into the dark entities in the distance, mysterious and oppressive.
However, Zhao Rong knew this was but an illusion, the brief silence of Xingzi Town before the bustling night market over the lake came alive.
It was like the dawn's light hidden within the profound darkness before daybreak.
Because their group had arrived at Xingzi Town the evening before and had roughly witnessed its post-sunset prosperity.
But since they had hurried over the day before, they went straight to rest at the inn without going out for leisure.
