Lin Xuan knew nothing of what had happened in the Luo Clan. At this moment, he was strolling through Xuanyuan City. Inside it, large and small marketplaces numbered in the thousands; from this point alone, one could see just how vast an area the city occupied.
The divine abilities of Ancient Cultivators left Lin Xuan dumbstruck. At the very least, in today's Cloud Province, building such a giant city would be no easy task.
What was surprising, however, was that the city's yin energy was far too heavy. From its architectural style to the carved restrictions, everything seemed to have countless threads of connection to the ghosts of the Underworld.
Lin Xuan also muttered inwardly about what exactly was hidden inside, but he had many matters to handle, so he naturally had no mood to go sticking his nose into other people's business.
After about the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Lin Xuan arrived at the entrance to another marketplace.
After paying the entrance fee in Spirit Stones, Lin Xuan slowly walked in.
Several hours later, Lin Xuan came out, a bitter smile on his face. Unlike his good fortune just now, this time he had wasted his effort for nothing and had actually failed to purchase a single useful item.
But Lin Xuan was not discouraged. There were still plenty of chances.
He waved over a Beast Carriage and sped off toward another marketplace.
Time passed easily. In the blink of an eye, the sun had already dropped behind the slope, and specks of light lit up throughout Xuanyuan City. Immortal cultivators possessed physical stamina ordinary people could not hope to reach, so most marketplace shops also operated as usual at night.
"Young Master, are we still going to keep browsing?" Yue'er's voice