Passing through the Space-Time Gate, Lin Wanwan once again appeared in the reed bed where she had left. At this moment, the Great Tang was just at the break of dawn.
Lin Wanwan glanced at the well-hidden balance scooter, picked it up, and headed toward the gradually bustling pier.
Even though Lin Wanwan looked quite strange and was holding something bizarre, the people at the pier, being among the most knowledgeable in the Great Tang, often saw various goods from other places and didn't pay much attention to Lin Wanwan's peculiarity.
The Great Tang was a tolerant world, whether in clothing or culture, demonstrating a spirit of inclusivity.
The bizarre outfits of Western Regions merchants were common, and people were not surprised by them.
Lin Wanwan slipped into a grand and imposing blue-brick building, which was clearly an inn.
A young servant-like person sitting at the entrance frantically waved her away as Lin Wanwan was about to step in: "Go, go, go, go."
