"Candied Gourd! Sweet-and-sour candied Gourd!"
"Flatbreads! Hot, fragrant flatbreads!"
Cries of vendors, haggling, and chatter rang through the market.
Restaurants, teahouses, and houses of pleasure all bustled with people.
"The mortal world hasn't changed much."
A handsome young man sat at a roadside tea stall, tapping a finger against his Teacup, his handsome face full of concentration.
Now and then, a passing woman caught sight of him and felt her heart flutter like a startled deer. Her face flushed, and even her steps turned awkward.
She would look back again and again, staring at his face and wondering whose young master he was. He was truly too handsome.
Handsome enough to stop people in their tracks and make their knees go weak.
Such beauty belonged in heaven; in the mortal world, it was a sight seen only once.
“Other than the Demon Sect Pang Ban founded before his Ascension, nothing much is different.”
The young man lifted his Teacup and took a long drink, looking faintly satisfied.
Bang!
He slapped the table and shouted, "Server! Another pot!"
Who was this man?
Meng Chuan, of course.
He was already in The Storm Riders World, and he had gained a thorough understanding of its current state.
With a thought, he could know all things between heaven and earth.
After speaking with the people in the Chat Group and putting them at ease, Meng Chuan had sent out a wisp of Divine Sense and quietly come to The Storm Riders World alone.
He had only been there long enough to drink one pot of tea.
Yet he already knew everything about the mortal realm of The Storm Riders World.
Pang Ban must have joined the Villain Chat Group before his Ascension.
Not long after Lang Fanyun, the rival he had so deeply respected,