In Xinjiang, the bazaar is more than a marketplace — it is a living portrait of everyday life. From early morning, people gather with sheep, spices, and fabrics, carrying laughter and stories that fill the air.

In one corner of the bustling bazaar, a circle of men gathers for a cockfight. The two chickens had fought to the point of exhaustion. One was covered in dark bloodstains on its head, while the other had its feathers pecked off in patches, exposing large areas of skin. The crowd watched with rapt attention.