In front of the street stall.
Ye Kang suddenly appeared, transformed into Black Mist.
He looked at the enormous Black Mist crouching before the carpet, slowly savoring a cup of wine, and felt a flicker of excitement.
He hadn't expected to be this lucky. One customer after another kept showing up.
Was it true that the fragrance of fine wine feared no deep alley?
He asked politely, "What do you think, customer?"
Crocodile God looked up. Naturally, all he could see was a mass of Black Mist. The barrier around the Eight Directions Spirit Treasure House could even conceal someone from a Supreme King of the main world.
Although he couldn't make out the man's identity, Crocodile God wasn't about to underestimate the stall owner.
He had just tasted the wine again, but since he had no physical body, he could only sense its flavor and none of its other effects.
Even so, he was sure this was the same wine his son had brought back.
Its flavor was rough and crude, utterly incomparable to truly top-tier Spirit Wine.
But flavor wasn't why he'd come.
Crocodile God asked slowly, "What's this wine called?"
Ye Kang replied politely, "You have a discerning eye, customer. This is Wind Wave Brew, named for the idea of calming the waves."
"Wind Wave Brew... What did you put in it?"
Ye Kang smiled. "I hope you understand, Fellow Daoist, but this is a secret recipe. I can't tell you."
Crocodile God frowned slightly, a hint of impatience showing in his eyes.
Did he really think that Crocodile God, a mighty god in his own right, would steal his secret recipe?
He said irritably, "You set up a stall in a place like this, and you still dare to charge so much? One Sky Street Coin