Chen Lin had actually very much wanted to hear the secret Chu Liubai had mentioned.
But the young man of the alien race had a point. They could not keep trading with just one person; everyone needed to take turns, or this small trading convention would likely fall apart.
Although Chu Liubai was displeased, he did not argue.
He had no grounds to object, and this was no place for him to throw his weight around.
The trading continued.
More trial takers entered during this time, and Ye Li and Fu Tianzhou also came over.
But as latecomers, they could only wait until the next round to trade. They could not cut straight into the queue.
Chen Lin said nothing, keeping his eyes lowered toward his nose and his mouth, silently eavesdropping. Along with gathering plenty of information, he gained some understanding of the trial takers present.
Most were powerful.
But a few had relatively low cultivation, something he could discern from the level of treasures they sought and their conversations.
Of course.
That was hardly strange.
The Second Trial suppressed cultivation, putting everyone on the same starting line. Naturally, lower-level cultivators also had a chance to pass.
As for the Third Trial.
Chen Lin felt that cultivation and strength would not be the sole deciding factors there either.
It should still follow the previous approach of selecting those with special talents. The rewards earned in the first two trials would also provide an advantage; surely their efforts would not count for nothing.
In that case.
Whether it was the Flag-Seizing Operation or hunting Wanderers, cultivation and strength would not be everything. Other aspects mattered too, and anyone relying on strength alone would surely be eliminated.
Chen Lin could not help silently reminding himself.
Ever since his strength had surged,