"They knew they stood out, right?"
Zheng Qing stared unblinkingly at the figures of several Duoh People while quietly whispering to Xiao Xiao. Being able to see living aliens from such close range was an exceptionally novel experience for him.
During the last School Hunting Meet, as a publicly funded student, he had originally had the chance to deal with those extraterrestrial guests. But because of various circumstances, he had ultimately given up that right.
This time, the Duoh People had come to him themselves, thoroughly satisfying a portion of his curiosity.
It felt like watching figures from a portrait walk into reality.
Like him, quite a few wizards were studying the Duoh People with curious, somewhat impolite gazes. It was like the early 1980s, just after the country had opened up, when several Black people appeared on the streets of a small third-tier city. The fact that no one had dragged them aside for photographs was already a remarkable display of restraint.
"With that many brains, they could definitely figure out what was going on." Fatty Xin answered in a mosquito-like voice from behind him, making Zheng Qing suppress a laugh.
"Merlin above, why were aliens at the market today? Was someone selling some kind of treasure?" The vendor selling Huo Dou beasts guessed in amazement. Like the young wizards, he had noticed the strangely shaped Duoh People in robes nearby. He promptly forgot about his own business and eagerly joined the onlookers' discussion. "Old John, have you heard anything?"
As he spoke, he cocked his head toward another vendor selling live poultry a short distance away—or perhaps old peddler would have been more fitting. That poultry seller had graying hair, a red nose, and the appearance of someone who drank far too much.
"All I can hear is