"Someone's following us? How did I not sense them?"
Bai Shengzhan and Zhang Chen had already completely left the central district and arrived at the border of a sparsely populated neighborhood. It was ten-thirty at night. Since tomorrow was the opening ceremony of this gathering, most people had chosen to rest and conserve their energy at the inns.
At Zhang Chen's reminder, Bai Shengzhan scanned the surroundings but could not spot a single suspicious follower.
"The other party is several levels stronger than you and has also mastered the path of time. Naturally, you couldn't sense them."
As Zhang Chen explained this to Bai Shengzhan, a figure gradually emerged from Bai Shengzhan's blind spot, seemingly stepping out of a passage through time.
The person wore a dark blue robe, and the body hidden within was too obscured to make out their face. Judging from the way he walked, he seemed to be an elderly man.
"According to the information I received, one of you should be the person who purchased my Burial Cherry Grass, correct?"
The instant the other party spoke, Bai Shengzhan recognized him as the Time Realm powerhouse who had been seated on the fourth floor and had been blasted out of the auction by the auctioneer's palm strike for causing trouble. Anyone seated on the fourth floor was, at the very least, an elder of the Time Realm. He was absolutely not someone an ordinary Resentment Cavern-level Nightmare Ghost born in a medium-sized realm like Bai Shengzhan could compare to.
Moreover, Bai Shengzhan had only become a Nightmare Ghost a little over ten years ago, whereas this man was an old-timer who had lived for hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of years.
"Yes, I am the person who spent 2,500 currency to purchase the Burial Cherry Grass."
Bai