Today was the eighth day the Wing Tiger Market was open.
There were many more unfamiliar Beastmen in the market, and it was much livelier than the past few days.
However, a peculiar sight had appeared in the market.
Females, who rarely went out during the hot daytime, were now gathered around a small, unopened stall.
Some of their Beast Husbands held large leaves to shade them, while others transformed into their beast forms, sheltering their females in their shadows. Still others directly created blocks of ice for their females to hold to cool off.
No matter how hot the day was, none of them left. Instead, they stared eagerly at the small stall.
Many of the newcomers, Beastmen who didn't know what had happened here yesterday, were curious. "Why are there so many females out during the day?"
"I don't know. There's nothing at that little stall."
"Could that stall be run by a merchant from Southern Beast City? Will there be a Divine Artifact for sale later?"
