「Early August.」
The weather in Ningzhou Road was pleasantly cool. The autumn harvest had just ended, granting the common people a period of leisure. With the exception of a few counties requiring mandatory labor, most areas were at rest, causing the local markets to liven up.
South of Shunyang Prefecture, on the edge of a forest and outside a dilapidated small county seat surrounded by mountains, most of those coming and going were members of the Demon Race clad in beast hides. They held fine furs in their hands, haggling with a merchant buying pelts.
At a nearby open-air teahouse, two Pig Demons held large tea bowls. Just like the members of the Demon Race at the other tables, they spoke in hushed tones, appearing to discuss whether their fur-trading business would turn a profit.
"Is the intelligence accurate this time?" the Pig Demon with clean, white tusks, seated on the left, asked in a low voice, his expression wary.
