The sky above the Sky Caravan slowly took on golden hues as Kyrian left Sun Luguo's shop.
The afternoon sun leaned toward the horizon, painting the clouds with strokes of gold and crimson.
Rays of light filtered between the buildings, casting long shadows across the stone streets. The temperature, which had been scorching throughout the day, was beginning to cool, bringing a gentle breeze carrying the scent of food, spices, and the faint fragrance of the spiritual flowers decorating the balconies.
The streets remained bustling with activity. The Sky Caravan never truly slept, but this time of day carried a different energy, the transition between the day's work and the night's leisure.
Merchants loudly advertised rare goods, trying to attract the last customers before closing their stalls. Some offered special discounts, while others displayed their most valuable products to catch the attention of passersby.
