The temperature in Demon Port was cold.
The sea wind blew.
The year-round gloomy environment left the locals either unnaturally pale or covered in strange black and gray... Of course, they were hardly normal people to begin with. They were all a bunch of folks who dealt with the supernatural.
Jiang Qiao walked out of the inn.
He saw a tattoo-covered youth selling fish-skin gloves by the roadside.
In the coastal waters of the Nether Sea lived a kind of "skinning fish." Its name was similar to that of a sea fish from before the transmigration, but it was much larger—ten meters long, nearly as big as an orca.
They bred quickly.
Their meat also tasted good.
Their skin was extremely tough and warm, so it was often used as clothing material.
After being treated,
it no longer smelled fishy.
It was also smooth to the touch, with a faint fragrance.
Awakened were not afraid of the cold.
But the chill of the Nether Sea was special. Over the years, it could erode and damage the body. Besides, no matter how unafraid of the cold someone was, they still had to wear clothes, right?
Jiang Qiao thought the gloves were rather interesting. Most people here wore gloves.
It seemed to be a local custom.
He also planned to do as the locals did. He bought a pair and put them on, then leisurely headed toward the square on East Main Street by the port.
Although he had been here for several days,
he had never actually visited East Main Street.
After returning from the Longevity God Church in the trade district on West Main Street, he had separated a clone and infiltrated Wu Jia's recruitment party. To avoid trouble, he had only traveled back and forth between the docks and