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Industrial waste gas surged between the buildings, and as the monthly rain season approached on the fifteenth, visibility in the lower port area grew increasingly poor.
The lanterns in front of the shop doors were supplemented with large quantities of mineral powder, whose dazzling neon light made the air twist and distort.
The scattered cultivators running street stalls placed their booths on higher ground along the roads.
This was mainly to avoid the rain season. If caught off guard by the highly corrosive rainwater, it could injure the body and damage magic artifacts.
Passersby were sparse, and cultivators performing arts to make a living were even rarer.
On the surface, everything at the port appeared normal, but no one knew how many pill cultivators were lurking in the dark shadows, amplifying the oppressive atmosphere invisibly.
Figures shifted and scattered within the teahouse.
