Memory Loss

A week had passed since the first auction of the Xing Auction House. The flow of the Xing District Soared as people kept coming for many purposes. There were some of them coming after the rare delicacies, visiting Blacksmith Huang's workshop, or even wanted to know what Dragon Pit looked like.

Despite the high-traffic, the crime rate in Xing District was zero. There a few thugs wanted to create trouble though, but each time Silver Bell resounded, the thug would be gone in a few minutes. So the visitors were now used with the weird sound from the silver bell.

In spite of zero crime rate, people would notice that there were many polices lingering around the district's entrance and sometimes they would patrol into the district. Especially today, the number of police was more than before.