The Trials of Leon Chen in the Mystic Valley Chapter 72

Half an hour later, Leon Chen touched the roots of his ears and found that they were still warm.

He pretended to be nonchalant and walked calmly to the city gate as the crowd dispersed during the Lantern Festival.

The time has not yet come, and people waiting to leave the city sat in twos and threes at the stalls to eat something to fill their stomachs. Some of them were businessmen who were going away just after the eighth day of the first lunar month, and more were ordinary people who came to the city last night to see the lanterns.

Living in the capital is not easy, and not everyone can afford to stay in an inn.

The lanterns on both sides of the street were taken down, the sky was dimming, and the pots opened by the vendors emitted large clouds of steam, like mist floating in the darkness.