The once bustling tavern suddenly became quiet, except for Li Ping'an and the three rich merchants, all other patrons had also gone out to kneel and welcome the procession.
"Goodness! Have all these people gone mad? Why have they started engaging in such superstitious nonsense and debasing themselves like this? They've even stopped their businesses. In this world, isn't it hard enough to just make a decent living?"
Li Ping'an muttered quietly to himself upon seeing this.
One of the merchants, stroking his beard with delight, said,
"Young man, don't be envious, but all the candles and incense the people of Chang'an City use come from my shop!"
"Honestly, I've also basked in the Emperor's glow. In the past few days alone, I've made at least ten thousand taels of silver, hahaha!"
Li Ping'an instantly understood, glanced around the tavern that neither closed its doors nor hurried its customers, and immediately said to another merchant,