On the other side, Ah Fu and his party had followed the woman into a slum in Summer A7 District. Rows of decrepit buildings stood tall, with streaks on the weathered walls marking the passage of time, and the people they passed on the streets were different from those they had seen before—weary and numb eyes replaced the glimmers of hope.
These people were refugees who had fled from war-torn areas, without Yajin on them, they wandered in this region. The slums were overcrowded to an absurd degree. Beneath the crude tents, it was possible to see a multitude of people lying there, men and women, old and young. Public displays of pleasure were common, but the people had grown accustomed to it.
The ones lying under the makeshift tents—who knows how many had already stopped breathing, only to be discovered once their bodies began to stink of decay.
