Due to the restrictions, the Rakshasa Kingdom's underground market remained pitch-black even at noon, with neither stars nor moon in sight.
Fortunately, many large red lanterns floated in the air, providing enough illumination.
During this period, the four teleportation arrays located in the east, south, west, and north of the underground market were almost never idle, constantly bringing people in.
This gave the underground market, which had always been rather deserted, a bit of the atmosphere of a bustling city!
Another flash of white spirit light appeared, and a middle-aged man in a dark cloud robe and a Black Ice Mask stepped out of the teleportation array.
Unlike the cultivators around him, who were doing their utmost to conceal their auras, this man openly radiated an unapproachable presence, so much so that even the Rakshasa Law in the underground market could not distort the aura of his cultivation.
"Mid-stage True Immortal!"
"Go, go! Hurry!"
Seeing that the Black Ice Masked man was not someone to provoke, and that he was clearly in a poor mood, the cultivators near the teleportation array all quickened their pace without prior agreement, soon leaving the area completely empty.
The Black Ice Masked man was utterly unmoved by this. After raising his head to glance at the tallest building in the underground market, he headed straight into its depths.
An incense stick later, he arrived before a building called Black Water Pavilion.
Within the underground market, this pavilion ranked among the first tier and was certainly no small establishment.
Yet after merely glancing at it, dissatisfaction almost overflowed from the Black Ice Masked man's eyes.
At that moment, a white-haired old man wearing a White Ice Mask hurried out of Black Water Pavilion and nearly collided with the Black Ice Masked man.
After hastily stopping