Luo Chen chose a secluded corner and sat down.
Wang Yuan was not far from him.
Seeing the taut muscles beneath his hemp clothes, Luo Chen knew his decision had been correct.
Times had changed.
With the many shops of the Inner City gone, the black market in the Outer City welcomed unprecedented bustle.
Only a few dozen people had attended last time. This time, the number had surged three or fourfold, reaching more than three hundred.
Zhenlong Hall, which had once seemed sparse, now felt crowded.
Especially with the seven Foundation Establishment True Cultivators seated on either side, the pressure they gave off was immense.
Luo Chen looked over them one by one. The one wearing a golden flood dragon mask was undoubtedly Tian Xingzi.
To be honest, Luo Chen had been exceedingly shocked the instant he entered.
The Zhenlong Black Market had participated in the battle to besiege the Jade Cauldron Sword Pavilion. By rights, after that battle ended, they should have fled.
Yet not only had they not left, they were still holding black markets regularly.
Even Tian Xingzi, their leading Foundation Establishment Cultivator, had not gone.
What gave them the confidence to stay?
Luo Chen could not figure it out, so he shifted his gaze to the others.
The wearer of the rotten wood mask looked familiar.
When he had attended the black market last time, this elderly Foundation Establishment Cultivator had also participated. He had even purchased a puppet comparable to a Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivator in combat strength, as well as an eight-hundred-year-old Heaven and Earth Root.
For that, he had promised another Foundation Establishment Cultivator a favor.
This man is strange too. He attends black markets at every turn. Does he not cultivate?
Apart from those two familiar figures, Luo Chen could