The Demonic Night Market was liveliest deep in the night, but a considerable crowd had already gathered.
Shops along the market streets had opened for business, and the roadside vendors had all taken their spots. All around, people were setting up stalls to sell snacks.
From food and drinks to games and entertainment, this place had it all.
A vendor by the roadside was setting up his stall, selling fried potatoes and grilled Spirit Beast Eggs.
"Delicious fried potatoes! Care for a bowl, fellow Cultivator? It's a specialty from our Cloudrest region. Tastes even better with a pinch of zhe'ergen."
"Hey there, fellow Cultivator! I hear you folks from Cloudrest love to sing mountain folk songs. Is that true?"
"It sure is! Y'all should come visit sometime!"
"I'll take a bowl of fried potatoes, fellow Cultivator. Go heavy on the chilis and the zhe'ergen."
The man was a Demon Cultivator, but he spoke with a thick regional accent. Judging by the sound of it, he was from Cloudrest too.
