The first snow had not yet melted, and Vermilion Bird Street was clad in silver.
Despite the biting cold, the street was bustling with carriages and horses without end.
The sound of camel bells could be heard, signaling merchants from the Western Regions, burdened with packs, trudging along with rare and exotic items, all coming to the Divine State in search of profit...
On both sides of the celestial street, the walls of the old residential areas had long disappeared, replaced by rows of shops, teahouses, and taverns, while pedestrians wrapped in fur and felt hats were all bundled up tight.
As the central axis of Chang'an City, Vermilion Bird Street was always crowded, and with Winter Solstice behind them, the common folk, no longer busy with agriculture, were already starting to prepare for the New Year.
But for those from the pugilistic world, the situation was quite the opposite.