The streets were in utter chaos.
The source of it all was the sacrificial ceremony by the river.
Old Li glanced worriedly toward the riverbank and whispered, "Ah Qing, we should... just focus on maintaining order on the surrounding waterways for now..."
Chen Qing nodded silently. 'That's exactly what I was thinking.'
The Captain had been attacked. Rushing to the center of the scene now would risk getting drawn into the vortex, or even becoming collateral damage.
They were just grunts from the River Department; self-preservation was the best course of action.
The two of them struggled to move against the panicked flow of the crowd.
Chen Qing asked in a low voice, "Old Li, what in the world happened?"
