The White Drunkard

'... This must be Dongming Manor!' 

His eyes wandered through the wide, bustling streets and well-built and arranged districts, such as the industrial district, where blacksmiths, tailors, inscription masters, alchemists, and other masters of diverse professions had their shops.

Clop—! Clop—!

The hurried sounds of horses, carriages, and footsteps fell into his ears, turning Li Chen's head to his right. 

A group of soldiers rushed after a speeding carriage filled to the brim with wine jars.

He could hear the sound of the restless liquid hitting the jar even when the commotion was almost two hundred meters away. 

This was how acute Li Chen's ears were.

People suddenly began to flee. The chaos escalated in mere seconds, stunning Li Chen and Zhao Jianfei.

"What's going on?" Zhao Jianfei muttered, tightly holding his sword's hilt.