Gan Hai

On the streets of Hanhai City, people came and went. Lu Changsheng walked at the very front, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the shops built from coral stone on both sides and the shell wind chimes hanging between them. He could not help sighing:

"The customs and character of Hanhai City are completely different from the Eastern Mausoleum Domain and the North Divine Domain. The architectural style, the layout of the streets, even the smell in the air all carry a fishy tang of the sea—humans and sea folk stroll down the same street, each minding their own business, and somehow it's rather harmonious."

"Just now at the docks, I even saw a sea-folk peddler using coral to buy up the scale armor of land-dwelling demonic beasts, while shouting 'top-quality water spirit jade' in broken human speech..." Lin Qingxuan gave a soft laugh. "It actually feels like the sea folk here are easier to deal with than those old antiques of the sects in the North Divine Domain."

Shi Jingtian rubbed his belly, which was already growling, and cut in with a bitter face, "I say, we can take our time looking at local customs, but our stomachs can't take their time waiting! All this traveling over the past few days has practically squeezed our spiritual energy dry, and earlier, flying over the sea for half a day was only possible because those few Fire Spirit Dates were keeping us alive—finding a place to fill our bellies is the real business. Aren't you hungry?"

For once, Tu Jiao did not refute him. She only said indifferently, "The dead baldhead finally said something human."

The four of them walked along the main street for a while and soon saw a rather sizable tavern.

The tavern's frontage was spacious, and