Moving through the teeming crowds, Yue Qianchou kept a close eye on Tao Zhong, tugging him along and bombarding him with questions without end. Tao Zhong was truly sick of it and thoroughly annoyed. He tried several times to shake Yue Qianchou off, only to find he simply could not. Several times, he had clearly thought he had lost him, yet the fellow would suddenly pop up behind him at some unwary moment and fire off another question. Tao Zhong was on the verge of collapse. He was like a ghost, appearing and vanishing without trace!
What Tao Zhong did not know was that Yue Qianchou knew no one else and was familiar only with him. So, when he patted Tao Zhong on the shoulder once, he sacrificed a drop of blood essence and planted it on the back of Tao Zhong's shoulder. It was mainly for convenience of contact, lest he wandered around until he forgot and could no longer find him. More importantly, whenever he encountered a question, he could find Tao Zhong at any time to answer it.
Rows upon rows of sheds divided the area into streets, with people flowing through them like a tide. Every stall was filled with items for sale. There were also quite a few stalls like those of the Sìtōng Commercial Association, with nothing displayed at all, simply waiting for people to emerge from the Divine Ruins Realm before setting up shop and selling on the spot. It had the air of waiting for rice to cook the pot—but weren't associations like the Sìtōng Commercial Association truly waiting for rice to cook the pot?
In the vast plaza stood row after row of sheds. Yue Qianchou made a rough estimate and reckoned there had to be no fewer than ten thousand