Mount Wutai, Gao Huai Town.
Every household in the town kept their doors closed, fearing to provoke the cultivators and bring about disaster.
The streets, however, were filled with chaos, with monks, Daoists, beggars, lunatics... all sorts of fierce and evil spirits strutted about arrogantly, much more bustling than the last market at Mount Wutai.
Along both sides of the street, a variety of cultivator stalls were set up.
Of course, most of the goods on offer were trash; with Wei Dongliu's current perspective, he couldn't find a single item worth his attention.
Jiang Liyan, on the other hand, was in high spirits, holding onto Wei Dongliu's arm, looking here and there. The Flying Asura followed behind, dressed in a black robe that covered his entire body, extremely low-key.
