Chapter 883: Do Not Stand Beneath a Crumbling Wall
Since it wasn't a designated market day, the Demon Market was understandably quiet. Still, quite a few demons sat around chatting and drinking wine, with some spirit fruits laid out on the ground.
Perhaps Chen Changsheng's sudden intrusion made them uncomfortable; in the blink of an eye, the demons relocated, keeping well away from him.
Demons generally disliked interacting with humans.
Chen Changsheng paid them no mind and headed straight for Lan Ting's shop.
Enjoying a leisurely day, Lan Ting had moved a chair outside her shop and was reading.
She had bought the book from the local market. It was a collection of folk stories—some poorly written, but others particularly fascinating.
"Mister Lan," Chen Changsheng called out.
Lan Ting looked up. Seeing her visitor, she set the book aside and stood. "Mister Chen!"
Catching herself, she added, "I'll go fetch a chair."