"No one has come to kill me for several months now. It's suddenly so quiet that I'm still not used to it."
Li Chang'an stood atop the city wall and glanced toward the Myriad Gold Black Market.
Naturally, he knew what was happening in the Black Market.
Over this period,
he had slain more than a hundred of its Nascent Soul True Lords in succession.
His slaughter had been so ruthless that no one dared come after him anymore.
"This matter has come to an end for now."
Li Chang'an pondered.
Next, the Golden Peng Clan would probably resort to other methods.
As he was thinking, a familiar aura suddenly entered his perception.
"Hmm?"
Li Chang'an narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance.
The aura he sensed belonged to none other than the master of the Myriad Gold Black Market.
Lord Wanjin!
In the blink of an eye, Lord Wanjin arrived outside the Ninth Immortal City.
Smiling broadly and dressed in a brocade robe, he looked like a wealthy gentleman from the mortal world as he cupped his hands to Li Chang'an.
"Fellow Daoist Li, I am the master of the local Black Market. My Daoist name is Myriad Gold."
"Fellow Daoist Myriad Gold, what brings you to my Ninth Immortal City?"
Li Chang'an asked calmly.
He had met Lord Wanjin several times before, but he had always used false identities.
Thus, Lord Wanjin did not know that the man who had traded with him repeatedly was Li Chang'an.
He smiled and said, "I've come today to apologize to you, Fellow Daoist Li."
"Apologize? There is no enmity between us. What are you apologizing for?"
"You may not know this, Fellow Daoist Li, but a fourth-rank Golden Peng once came to my Black Market and asked us to