Occasionally, martial artists from the Heavenly Patrol Bureau and government official constables would patrol back and forth.
Those who could afford it naturally rode in carriages, after all, the distance from the Prefecture City to Yan Mountain Dragon Gate Crossing was quite considerable.
However, Chen Yuan didn't really need it. He held Zhang Wanshu's hand, his feet seemingly lifted by a gust of wind, floating as if walking on air, moving with great speed.
In no time, they reached their destination.
The nightlife of this era's common people was still very dull; otherwise, they wouldn't have so many children. It's simply because of boredom, so when a lantern festival was held in Lin'an, those restless people intentionally came to enjoy it.
By the time Chen Yuan arrived, thousands of people had already gathered here, a sea of heads as far as the eye could see, filling up the open spaces around the Dragon Gate Crossing.
