Everyone was dazzled. Rare items that were hard to find even at a large market were a common sight here.
Dogwa bought a finely made red-faced rattle drum from a stall, shook it back and forth a few times, and immediately grinned from ear to ear.
"Aren't you a bit old for that? Isn't it embarrassing?" Scholar Lv stood by with his arms crossed, his face full of contempt.
"Why do you care what I play with? At least I'm better than you—your soul's nearly been stolen by those brothel women, and you don't even wipe the drool from your face," Dogwa retorted, shoving the rattle drum into his shirt.
Scholar Lv wanted to say more, but Top Scholar Lv, their leader, spoke up. "Since we're all here, let's find a place to stay first."
I haven't even done anything, Top Scholar Lv thought, just looked around a bit, and somehow two hours have already passed.
