The remnants of the setting sun at dusk spread evenly across the sky, casting a yellow tint over the entire market.
Besides the main road, most of the paths at Taihang Market are paved with stone slabs, which emit a thumping sound when walked upon.
If you step on a hollow spot, the sound becomes much more muffled.
Ye Jingcheng saw the Spirit Beast Shop not far ahead, and suddenly felt that the thumping of the stone path grew quicker.
At this moment, the thoughts about his family and the marketplace had somewhat dissipated, and a silhouette appeared in his mind.
It was about the promise made two years ago.
Ye Haicheng couldn't help but glance back at Ye Jingcheng but didn't say anything.
The group soon reached the entrance of the Spirit Beast Shop, where Ye Xinghong was still attending to a customer, observing the spirit beasts.
Today's customer was a young cultivator wearing a brocade robe, evidently a scion of a small family.
