A sleepless night.
By morning, the lingering smell of burnt things had completely dissipated, and the haze that shrouded the sky had also vanished.
The morning sun rose, casting its warm light over the land. The fresh mountain air was invigorating, and in the courtyard, the medicinal herbs and rice seedlings were a vibrant green, teeming with life.
Yet, beneath this vibrant scene, Nanshan Town was another extreme entirely.
Though the disaster of the civil uprising that had swept through the town was quickly suppressed, the damage it caused was not so easily erased.
By now, it was safe to say that anyone who could leave had already left, taking their families with them.
The only ones left were the on-duty Inspectors who couldn't leave, and likely some of the poorest common folk who had no means to depart, along with a few merchants with powerful backing.
All of this meant that Nanshan Town was now very quiet.
