Under the crimson clouds, all the low houses appeared even more red.
Ye Haiyi sat in front of a house, leaning against a chair, quietly waiting, always seeing calm and assurance in his eyes.
If you looked a bit closer, you'd find a hint of viciousness.
One hand held a Jade Talisman, while the other rested on his Storage Bag, as if he could pull out a Magical Artifact and rush out at any time.
"Grandfather!" Ye Jingcheng called out.
Following behind him was Meng Xuan, who had drunk until his face was flushed.
He walked unsteadily, but fortunately, the ground of Taichang Market was made of hard green granite with Array Patterns, otherwise Ye Jingcheng feared the ground might collapse.
"Made Uncle Meng drink so much, did you win the victory?" Ye Haiyi asked with a hint of displeasure.
"Yes!" Ye Jingcheng knew what Ye Haiyi was asking.
So he answered directly.
After sending Meng Xuan back to his room, Ye Jingcheng followed Ye Haiyi into the room.
