It was night.
The full moon was bright, and the clear autumn radiance cascaded like a waterfall.
In the Imperial Capital, lanterns illuminated the night; human vitality and prosperity bloomed like brocade.
The present Imperial Capital was akin to a besieged city.
Those inside could not leave, and those outside could not enter.
The Dayan Forbidden Army had already sealed off all three pathways—water, land, and air—connecting to the city. But this blockade had not affected the ongoing prosperity within; the streets and alleys of the Imperial Capital teemed with all kinds of people, while taverns, gambling dens, brothels, and inns saw a continuous stream of guests.
Scholars in taverns, speaking grandly to showcase their knowledge.
A gambler with his cultivation crippled, thrown out of a casino.
A corpulent merchant leaving a shop, pinching the round buttocks of a courtesan at the front of a brothel.
