How Could He Be So Stingy

They passed through the temple gate.

Inside lay an empty courtyard, a square yard paved with bluestone. The walls along its edges were covered in paintings of the bizarre divine statues from the outer court. A large tree stood in the center, its leaves lush and green, lending the place a serene and peaceful air.

A pond lay to one side, lotus leaves blooming across its surface. A frog sat atop one leaf, its round, bulging eyes fixed on the main entrance as its mouth puffed in and out with croaks.

"Why is there no one here?"

Zi Tianji swept his gaze around, a trace of confusion surfacing in his eyes.

Chen Luo looked toward the main hall ahead, and that peculiar gleam emerged in his eyes once more. Just like outside, the main hall housed a Witch God Statue, surrounded by offerings for sacrifice. Ashes from burned talismans floated through the hall, filling it with a strange fragrance.

"They're above us."

His divine sense passed through the building as Chen Luo looked toward the object cradled in the statue's palm.

It was a square model of a valley. Things like this were decorations favored by Witch Gods, used to display their awe-inspiring command over heaven and earth. Yet the object in the statue's hand was clearly no decoration. It was a small courtyard contained within a Sumeru Mustard Seed.

When his divine sense reached toward it, he could distinctly sense a light gray barrier.

After passing through that barrier, one would see the Exchange Meeting currently underway inside. Immortal Cultivators' exchange meetings differed from mortal auction houses. There was no designated host; cultivators of the same rank from particular small circles simply gathered together to exchange the resources in their possession.

Whoever arrived first exchanged first. No one waited