No matter how angry and unwilling the others were, the middle-aged monk tossed the bone bead to Luo Hong as soon as he finished speaking.
Then, they openly went to collect Yang Lu's head while secretly keeping their divine sense trained on Luo Hong at all times.
The moment the bone bead entered within three zhang of Luo Hong, a faint golden light began to glow within it.
When it landed fully in Luo Hong's hand, the golden light filled the entire bead, becoming clearly visible.
Luo Hong merely smiled faintly at this, seemingly quite satisfied with the treasure, and put it away.
Seeing that the transaction was complete and that fighting was forbidden on Dragon Island, the young girl and the youth in white merely glanced at Luo Hong, committing his appearance to memory before returning to their original spots and sitting down cross-legged.
After that disturbance, the remaining Trade Fair became even less interesting.
Fortunately, after no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, no one else stepped onto the stage, and this Trade Fair was officially declared over.
At once, the Mahayana Cultivators present scattered from the valley, either alone or in groups.
Luo Hong and Baohua had no intention of changing their original plan, so they immediately headed to the site of another Trade Fair.
The same stone platform, a different setting, different participants—this was how Luo Hong felt after sitting cross-legged on the lake's surface.
"Brother Luo, are you really not worried?"
The moment she sat down, Baohua frowned slightly and sent him a voice transmission.
"Hehe, Luo knew Baohua would definitely notice. Those three were obviously trying to get that bone bead into my hands!"
Luo Hong was not the least surprised that Baohua had seen through it. After