Huan City.
West City Flower Market, Yongshui Riverbank.
In the past, the banks of Yongshui were bustling with people, and pleasure boats filled the river.
Especially now, when the weather is perfect, autumn is high and the air is refreshing—it is the best season for scholars to wander and ladies to enjoy the heights and play in the water.
However, the normally thriving area in front of New Moon Tower feels oppressively low, with hurried passersby looking around anxiously, creating a sense of being besieged on all sides, with the wind blowing and cranes crying.
"I say, my friend, how long must we continue living like this? Ever since half a month ago, when Xiao Luo of the Jade Sword was severely injured by assassination, and five elders of the group perished while three were injured, the city's atmosphere has been quite off. Every day, someone dies..."
In New Moon Tower, third floor, someone is drinking to drown their sorrows, but the more they drink, the deeper their woes.
