The laborers' sweat-soaked hemp clothes, the thin and silky robes of wealthy merchants, the adventurers' armor reflecting a metallic sheen...
There really was no chance to stop and observe carefully, like a small boat in a raging river, the two were pushed forward by the crowd.
To be honest, although there was not much discomfort.
But for Xia Nan, this experience was far from pleasant.
The exceptionally strong physique and sensitive perception ability meant he captured more information than ordinary people.
He could clearly distinguish in the cacophony surrounding him—the sharp clinks of breaking glasses from the tavern next door, the haggling at street stalls, the distant flute sounds of street performers, and children's cries...
In his nostrils, apart from the increasingly salty air, were the fishy smell of the marine products stacked at the fish stall, the strong and pungent spices from a neighboring shop, and the burning coal odor emanating from some blacksmith shop...
