Chapitre 194: Undercurrents (2)

            Aasan walked into the marketplace of Gala in a carefree manner. It was evening and quite cold with the chilly wind ever blowing for the day, yet he showed no respect to the wind and walked, stuffing the hot junk food into his mouth.

          Vendors were promoting their stuff loudly as they bought, making a fuss over nothing. He was walking in a crowd, yet somehow he moved easily among them like he was in the freaking wind.

          He walked his way out of the crowd and looked at the sky. Clouds were sweeping here and there, and it could lead to a storm at any moment, considering the weather in Gala. The cold wind hid his face, removing the hood from his head. He did not even bother to pick it up on his head, continued walking, saying, "A storm is brewing."