"I think the Thousand River Valley is bound to fall sooner or later!"
The morning mist by the Nao'an River hadn't yet dispersed, but the Saint Razzo Market in Xia Lvcheng was already crowded with bustling people.
Amidst the bustling vendor streets, this critical voice was particularly jarring.
The street, which had been quite lively, suddenly fell silent for a moment.
Standing in front of a butcher's shop draped with faded canvas, the butcher Giovanni suddenly realized he had spoken too loudly and quickly slipped back behind the counter.
Unfortunately, the Night Watcher steward from the street corner had already approached.
"Don't speak carelessly, or you'll find the Nao'an River smashing your shop," said the night watcher with a gloomy expression, tapping the counter with his iron rod, making a thumping sound.
The butcher who had spoken shrank back: "Yes, yes."
