Behind his worn mask, Yang Lujia's gaze remained calm as he looked down at the chaos consuming the Exchange Ward.
The streets below had completely changed.
A short while ago, the place had been filled with ledgerkeepers shouting the prices of their goods, cultivators inspecting various materials, carriages entering and leaving the ward, and people arguing over whether a certain treasure was genuine or not. Even the noise coming from the nearby restaurants had blended into the disorderly yet ordinary atmosphere of the city.
Now, people were running in every direction.
Several imperial guards tried to control the crowd, but their repeated orders did very little. Most of the residents did not even understand what they were running from. They only knew that the ground beneath them was changing and that anyone who remained too close to the affected streets might disappear along with it.
Black lines continued spreading between the cracks of the stone pavement.
