This was Pei Shaoqing's first time in Jin Guan City.
The streets were a bustling, endless stream of people.
There were merchants hawking their wares, peddlers with shoulder poles weaving through the alleys, Martial Artists carrying longswords, beggars on the streets, and lovely young women picking out cosmetics...
As far as the eye could see, the crowd was endless.
It was a panorama of all walks of life, a full spectrum of the human condition.
The scene moved Pei Shaoqing.
He was so moved, in fact, that he spontaneously composed and softly recited a poem.
"This city is a lot like me—we're both equally grand.
The people are like a pile of feathers, chaotic and unplanned."
The moment the words left his lips, a voice erupted from behind him in praise. "A fine poem! A fine poem! Truly, a fine poem indeed!"
Pei Shaoqing raised an eyebrow and turned toward the voice.
