The market was massive—hundreds of stalls, grand shops, and towering buildings lined the wide streets. Potions, weapons, talismans, magical treasures, herbs, and artifacts were displayed under intricate golden banners, each promising unparalleled quality. Hawkers shouted loudly, luring customers with exaggerated claims.
Kent strode through the streets, taking in the strong scent of herbs, the glimmer of refined weapons, and the hum of formation runes sparking in the air.
To his surprise, many vendors and passersby recognized him. "Isn't that the new master of the slave village?" one whispered.
"Hah! I heard he stood against the Hua family!" another remarked, clearly impressed.
Kent maintained a calm expression, ignoring the attention, but he noticed something peculiar—while the smaller vendors treated him with curiosity and respect, the high-end stores looked down on him.
