By the time he escaped to this market, the sun had already set behind the mountains. When he realized that the red mist surrounding him did not bode well, Wei Liu quietly retreated, not wanting to constantly fight with hidden enemies. Running to the place where the light and music echoed, Wei Liu arrived at a market that was still very busy in the late afternoon. He had helped villagers carry goods to the wharf many times to send them to Viet Kingdom, but he had never seen the markets in this country. To be fair, the market in Viet land was not as big as in Chi, the shops were not as magnificent, but the items here were no less rich and highly local. He crossed his arms happily while strolling along the market, the dancing lights above were scintillating, the stalls built from bamboo were placed so close next to each other, everyone was comfortable talking and exchanging goods. He repeatedly looked at the fancy enhancements, wondering what it would look like if he mounted them on his halberd, if his weapon could be more flexible than before.