When Li Qing entered the Black Market once more, even he was stunned by the sight of the underground plaza before him.
Two years ago, although this place had already been preliminarily transformed into a Black Market, with a scattering of vendors laying out their wares on the ground, it had still looked desolate.
But now, shop after shop had been erected across the once-empty plaza. There was quite a substantial flow of people, and at a glance, several hundred cultivators could be seen wandering within.
Its liveliness was almost on par with a regular market district!
Of course, it differed slightly from an ordinary market district in that everyone here concealed their faces and hid their auras, doing their utmost to cover their identities.
"Two years apart, and this place actually makes me feel as though a lifetime has passed."
Li Qing smacked his lips, pulled his hooded coat snugly around himself, and walked into the Black Market.
"Have Old Zhang come out and see me."
In some corner of the Black Market, Li Qing casually stopped a martial artist who was patrolling the area and showed him his token.
The orphans he had taken in back then had all grown up by now. Due to their years of practicing martial arts, little of their childish immaturity remained on their faces.
"Greetings—" Upon seeing the token, the young man's eyes lit up, and he prepared to kneel and pay Li Qing his respects.
But Li Qing caught him by the arm and did not let him kneel.
"How can one who practices martial arts so easily bow and bend the knee?" Li Qing said calmly.
Upon hearing these words, the sturdy young man finally showed an excited expression.
"Immortal Master, it really is you!"
That had been the correct