The next day, Xiong City dominates, and the sun rises in the east.
From thirty-six gates in all directions, the streams of people and horses were endless, the crowd's voices boiled like a cauldron.
Even the wide streets, which allowed sixteen horse carriages to pass side by side, seemed somewhat congested at this moment.
In front of a certain inn, congestion was occurring, with an attendant wearing a green hat and a white cloth draped over his shoulder, standing at the door not to welcome guests but to shout at the crowd in front of him with a hoarse voice: "Our inn is fully booked, please trouble everyone to look elsewhere."
This sentence had been shouted countless times since early morning, and his throat was hoarse.
This scene was unfolding everywhere in the city.
