At some point, many new shops selling Demon Beast parts had appeared in the city.
The shops weren't large, displaying items like fur, bones, and teeth.
As for the flesh and blood, unless it was something special, one had to go to the market to buy and sell it.
The shop owners all had the same strange, beaming expression, as if they were hiding some treasure.
Bai Mo saw them from a distance and was surprised to recognize a few faces. They were, in fact, the same men who used to be with the Demon Hunting Teams.
You could tell at a glance that the shops were meant to fleece outsiders, but it was still a decent path for those who had retired injured from the Demon Hunting Teams.
One of the men minding a shop felt a faint premonition. Following his intuition, he looked back, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of Bai Mo's retreating figure.
'He looks a little familiar…'
