The hall was cast in an overall reddish hue, with square tables and cushioned couches arranged throughout.
Luo Chen quietly surveyed the attendees without revealing anything.
Aside from the maidservants, every one of them was a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator.
Across from him sat Kang Dongyue and Yu Rou, representing two local Cultivation Families, along with two Foundation Establishment True Cultivators from the Spirit Medicine Pavilion and Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.
None of the Foundation Establishment True Cultivators from the businesses of Outer Domain sects were present.
Or rather, the sects had never stationed any Foundation Establishment True Cultivators at Mount Tai Market in the first place.
After all, Mount Tai Market was nowhere near as important as Great River Market, and those major sects did not have so many Foundation Establishment Cultivators to deploy elsewhere.
That old cultivator with a head full of white hair was likely from Snow Lotus Market.
There was also a sallow-faced Foundation Establishment True Cultivator whose origins he could not make out. He was likely an independent cultivator from nearby.
Adding the four Foundation Establishment cultivators from Great River Market, there were enough to count on both hands.
For a mere marketplace, that number was somewhat excessive.
But that was only because the auction had just concluded.
Compared with Great River Market back then, however, it was rather pale by comparison.
"Hm?"
As Luo Chen studied the others, he suddenly sensed someone staring at him.
Without drawing attention, he glanced toward the source from the corner of his eye.
"It's that sallow-faced Foundation Establishment True Cultivator. Why is he staring at me?"
Though it had only been a fleeting glance,
the sinister expression on that man's face still entered Luo Chen's eyes.
"Since reaching Foundation Establishment, I haven't made many enemies. Why is he