Taking the Stage

After they chatted for a while, the main doors of the hall had somehow already shut. With all four sides sealed off, the enormous space of the side hall became pitch-black.

Fortunately, this state of being unable to see one's hand before one's face did not last long. Brilliant lights flared up around the walls with a swish, their hazy flames swirling and illuminating the entire hall. Yet it still seemed gloomy and shadowy, with a ghostly atmosphere.

Still, that suited the Demonic Path's identity well enough. If it had been bright and splendid, it would have felt out of place.

At this moment, a fierce-looking man eight feet tall, tremendously built and even more muscular than Niu Dali, leaped onto the makeshift stone platform in the center. His knotted muscles stretched his black martial outfit taut. With his long hair hanging loose, he swept his gaze over the crowd, majestic as a lion, and called out loudly, "Everyone, I am He Liu, a rogue cultivator of the martial world. Today, though unworthy, I have invited my fellow cultivators to gather here.

"One purpose is to build a platform for everyone to exchange knowledge, share what they have, and strengthen themselves.

"Since this is the first time, some may suspect that my intentions are impure. Therefore, I have brought out ten treasured items from my collection as a show of sincerity for everyone to appraise. If anyone is interested, you may contact me privately. Whether through barter or payment in gold and silver, in any case, no one will be made to suffer a loss..."

Meng Zhao watched He Liu speaking eloquently atop the platform and could not help nodding. Judging by his appearance alone, the man had a lion's nose, a broad mouth, a full and lofty forehead, and