Although it was called a black market, that was really just a gimmicky name. Even if it did not make a great show of itself, it had openly thrown its doors wide to welcome guests, and there was even an eye-catching sign in front advertising auction items. The plaque above the gate bore the two large characters "Sky Pavilion," flaunting its illustrious status.
When I arrived at the entrance, I saw several workers releasing a few messenger birds carrying jade tablets. Perhaps noticing my curiosity, Wutong said with a laugh, "These messenger birds are used to send information about tonight's auction treasures to eminent families and nobles. Generally, distinguished guests who come to the black market, or those who have paid a deposit to request a certain treasure, will have their names registered here. Even wealthy immortals who favor certain treasures will have their interests and preferences recorded. Once the black market obtains some good treasure, it immediately arranges for a messenger bird to deliver the news. Whether they come or not is up to them."
"They certainly know how to do business. The Sky Pavilion is so large—surely auctions are only one part of it?" I surveyed this truly expansive treasure pavilion and thought to myself that it really was the strongest sect in Admired Immortal Continent. Even a sect's black-market treasure pavilion was so enormous. The pavilion was three or four stories tall, with three sets of eight-panel gates, and was imposing beyond compare.
Immortals streamed in and out, and the flow of people was on an entirely different level from the deserted treasure pavilions elsewhere.
"Of course. The first floor mainly sells treasures. After all, it's open and exposed, so it has the most people. The second floor is used for purchasing. Although there are still plenty