The Space Trading Fair was actually a rather unfamiliar term in the Central Continent. Aside from a small number of top-tier factions, only cultivators at the Dou Zun level or above were qualified to know of its existence.
When this kind of trading fair was first established, there had not actually been any so-called organizers. It had merely been a place for the strong to exchange what they had for what they needed. Only after its scale gradually expanded were three neutral factions chosen to maintain order.
And now, with the situation across the continent changing so drastically, so-called neutrality had naturally become a joke.
Central Continent, within a Spatial Tunnel.
Looking at the eye-catching headline that resembled some C Browser headline from his previous life, along with the strange signature of "Xiao Yu," Xiao Yan felt his head swelling.
He could not help but complain, "So the Earthly Sect, Empty Profound Gate, and Treasure Appraisal Mountain that control the Space Trading Fair are all forces under the Soul Hall now?"
"To be precise, it isn't just the Soul Hall. It's Danta and my Soul Hall working together."
Hun Ruoruo spoke lazily from beside him.
Unlike Xiao Yan, the girl was reclining leisurely against a leather sofa, holding a drink in her hands and noisily sipping it through a straw with her little mouth. She looked utterly content.
Rather than attending an auction, she looked more like she had come on vacation.
"After all, Master's wife Xuan Yi was the one who went to reason with them back then. Unfortunately, no matter how much she raised the stakes, those people insisted that they were neutral factions and refused to yield an inch."
"Uh, then why did they change their minds in the end?"
"Because the Soul Hall went along too."