The spectators slowly began to leave the enormous hall. The crowd dispersed into groups, some chatting excitedly about the items they had purchased, others complaining about the prices.
Sun Luguo slowly stood up, stretching his arms above his head. His bones cracked with the movement, the sound echoing through the quiet room.
He picked up the box containing the hammer once more.
The two calmly walked through the exclusive corridors, far from the crowd still gathered at the main exit. The hallways were silent, illuminated by spirit lights that glowed softly.
Until they left the building.
Night had completely settled over the city. The sky was dark, dotted with stars shining brilliantly.
The streets remained crowded. Spirit lanterns illuminated every avenue, creating a sea of light stretching as far as the eye could see. Music could be heard in the distance, the sound of instruments and voices celebrating the Festival.
