Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
An agitated atmosphere seemed to permeate the skies above Qingzhou City.
The Linglong Chamber of Commerce's auction was scheduled for noon tomorrow, but the entire Qingzhou City had already been packed to the brim seven days ago.
Cultivators and representatives of various factions from the states of the Eastern Region had poured into the city like carp crossing a river. Along the streets,
one could see jianghu wanderers dressed in all kinds of sect attire, weapons and Magic Treasures hanging from their waists, making their way toward the Linglong Chamber of Commerce.
Nine times out of ten, the topics they discussed revolved around the Glazed Fruit that was about to appear.
Amid the bustling streets, three figures mingled with the crowd, yet seemed somewhat out of place.
The man at the front wore a white robe. His features were handsome and refined, and a lazy smile touched his brows. He was Ye Junlin in disguise.
Di Yun and Linghu Chong beside him had also changed into the attire of ordinary jianghu wanderers.
The two stood on either side, their sharp gazes sweeping across the surroundings.
They appeared careless, but had already taken in every disturbance around them.
Yuan Tiangang had not traveled with them. Instead, he remained concealed in the shadows,
like an invisible net protecting Ye Junlin from within.
No potential danger could escape his eyes.
"Qingzhou City is certainly lively now."
Ye Junlin looked at the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd ahead and listened to the waves of discussion around him. He chuckled and shook his head,
"The auction doesn't start for another day, yet so many people are already heading toward the Linglong Chamber of Commerce, as if they're afraid there won't be any seats left if they arrive late."