Chapter 602: Drunk on the Starry Night (4)
Even the Demon Realm has something like a tavern. The only difference was that the scent of iron and blood replaced the smell of food.
There existed a circular plaza known in the old Yuan tongue as saha. Some from the southern lands referred to it as the Great House. It was a place where anything could be traded and exchanged.
The saha of the Coldblood Valley was no different.
There were those seated on mats, stalls with five or six chairs, figures darting about using lightness techniques, and many martial artists bursting forth their qi as they haggled. Easily, there were hundreds of them.
“The price is too low. Got anything else?”
“Something else? How about my axe work.”
“I’m looking for someone who’s mastered the third secret of the Ten Yellow Destructions. Tell me in secret. If you share your knowledge, I’ll give you a handful of meat.”
Crash! Clang!
It wasn’t booze, but chunks of human flesh and shards of metal that flew through the air. Sometimes, stringy tendons—like threads of blue silk—would shoot up, mixed with reddish bodily fluid.
Those tendons might have belonged to a person.
Or perhaps to a bear or wild boar, which were rarely found. Then again, it could’ve been pieces of prey scattered generously by a powerful martial artist who had returned from a Gate, offering it for anyone to eat.
A world apart.