Irritable

Chen Fei lowered his head and glanced at himself. The clothes made of coarse cloth chafed roughly against his skin. Somewhere in his subconscious, Chen Fei felt that he had not worn clothes like these in a very long time.

Was he a peddler?

Chen Fei set down the shoulder pole. Just as he wanted to see what was in the baskets on either end, the people around him slowly approached and surrounded him.

Chen Fei looked up at them in confusion. There were old and young, men and women alike, all staring blankly at him without saying a word, their gazes fixed on him.

A strange aura gradually spread through the air, and Chen Fei could not help but furrow his brow slightly.

"Is there something you need, everyone?"

A trace of chill condensed out of nowhere, giving Chen Fei an ominous feeling, as though if this standoff continued, something extraordinarily terrible would happen.

"How are you selling these? We want to buy some."

An old man stepped forward. His fixed gaze shifted from Chen Fei's face to the woven baskets on either side of his shoulder pole. Following the old man's gaze, Chen Fei discovered that the baskets were piled full of fruits of all sizes.

There were quite a few varieties, large and small, and the richness of their fragrance varied greatly. Several fruits in particular were enormous, standing out conspicuously among the rest.

Chen Fei frowned slightly. These fruits gave off overflowing fragrance, yet before the old man turned his gaze toward them, Chen Fei had not smelled a thing.

These fruits seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Yet as Chen Fei looked at them, he felt an intense sense of familiarity, as if they shared an extremely close connection with him and could