However, where there were policies from above, there were countermeasures from below. How could private deals earn as much as auctions? Thus, some powers still quietly provided conveniences. Of course, the trade fairs they held were extremely hidden; they could not let the fierce ghosts in Yinhun Canyon know, and they also had to keep it from the law-enforcing cultivators in Guiluo City.
Usually, to attend this kind of secret trade fair, one had to receive an invitation. Outsiders simply could not obtain any news at all.
If Lin Xuan's divine sense had not been powerful, and if he had not happened to overhear the conversation between those two cultivators, he would definitely have missed this opportunity!
Of course, his goal was not to buy some ghost servant, but to see whether any other rare treasures would appear.
According to common sense, the treasures at an auction could not be bought in the market. Perhaps they might be of help to Yue'er's injuries.
Lin Xuan pondered the matter in his heart, then found an inn in Guiluo City and stayed there.
First, he used his own true essence to stabilize Yue'er's injuries somewhat, then began meditating. By the time the moon reached the middle of the sky, Lin Xuan's magic power had also recovered.
Raising his head to look at the sky, Lin Xuan leaped out through the window.
Guiluo City was already pitch-black. Although to cultivators, whether they slept or not actually made very little difference, there were still not many people active at night. The occasional passerby brushed past coldly as well.
Lin Xuan left through the city gate, then followed the route he had heard and flew north. That direction happened to run directly opposite Yinhun Canyon. About half an hour later, Lin Xuan descended.
This was