C1239 On the Last Day.

In Deira District of the harbor, there was a market for spices and gold in a narrow alley. The spice street was next to the gold street. A narrow and long alley with bags of opened spices neatly placed on the side of the road. The vendors were enthusiastically soliciting business at the side of the stall.

"My nose is crippled." Yang Xuan covered his nose and shook his head