"Another newcomer!"
"Ke ke ke, which world has this powerhouse come from this time?"
"Since he's setting up a stall here just like us, he's certainly no World Lord. Pay him no mind."
The moment Ye Kang opened his eyes, he heard several clouds of Black Mist discussing him.
Though he couldn't make out who they were, and each voice sounded completely different, he could understand them without the slightest difficulty.
Clearly, this was the work of the Heavenly Street Spirit.
He tried speaking. "I am Xie Jinghong. I've only just arrived, so allow me to greet you, Fellow Daoists."
At once, all the human-shaped clouds of Black Mist turned away, seemingly with no intention of responding to Ye Kang.
Some low muttering even reached his ears.
"We're all poor wretches here. Who's greeting you..."
Ye Kang's mouth twitched. It seemed that those setting up stalls here were all just like him: they'd made a mess of things in their respective home worlds.
Ye Kang looked ahead and saw a straight, cramped, narrow alley that looked as if it had been built from blue bricks and black mud.
It was Grey Clothes Alley.
The alley was crammed with stalls, packed tightly together. Ye Kang couldn't help frowning.
No wonder the steward had said stall peddlers didn't have to pay a thing. They really didn't—but the stalls were packed far too close together!
And he was all the way at the very end, tucked into a corner. No one would come here to buy anything!
Ye Kang was at a loss for words, but he still made a mental note of his surroundings, especially the exact location of his stall.
Then he stepped out. The first few stalls near his held only a handful of scattered items on their cloths.
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