The Chimo army around the teahouse lined up in a phalanx and gradually moved away, and the hooves of horses were extremely clear on the avenue.

The market is still brightly lit, and the adjacent streets are full of people, but the side of the teahouse seems to have an invisible partition, and there is less hustle and bustle of popularity.

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