In a small city in the South Barbarian Land, Qin Yang reined in his aura and walked along a side road beyond the main street, with the bride in her crimson wedding dress beside him.
Street vendors lined the roadside. Some put on airs of immortal grace and Daoist poise, waiting for suckers to bite. Others looked nervous and honest, their faces practically declaring, "I'm easy to fool, and I have good stuff."
Some shouted their wares and boasted loudly, while others sat with their eyes closed and said nothing, waiting for customers to take the bait by fate.
The countless facets of life among low-level cultivators mingled with mortals who wished to become cultivators. It was a kind of atmosphere the bride had never experienced, nor ever had the time to experience.
Though she wore a wedding dress, the bride remained entirely composed. Embarrassment and shyness simply did not exist for her.
She followed Qin Yang openly and naturally as he spoke of how he had once come here and spent quite some time living in this small city.
When they reached the end of the street, a young girl in a hat, looking like a tomboy, sat behind a stall and waved enthusiastically at them.
"Senior, would you like to buy some accessories? All the accessories here were brought back from the Silver Moon World. Do you know the Silver Moon World?"
Qin Yang glanced at the girl and did not pay her much attention.
The girl was exceedingly enthusiastic. When she saw the bride, she immediately added another line.
"A lot of people have bought things from me for their wives. Take this one, for example. In the Silver Moon World, it symbolizes the Silver Moon bearing witness to..."
The girl rattled on with her sales pitch.