"If you have nothing on souls, surely you have some ancient pill formulas or books on heaven and earth treasures?"
Chen Lin continued asking as he browsed the shelves and counters.
The Old Shopkeeper shook his head again. "There's no new stock in those categories either. You'll have to wait a little longer."
Then, as though something had occurred to him, he added, "Our employer has joined forces with several trading firms to hold a medium-sized trading convention in the next few days. Would you be interested, Fellow Daoist Chen?"
"A trading convention? Where will it be held?"
Chen Lin was tempted.
The employer behind the All Things Pavilion had an extraordinary background, so the trading firms they contacted were bound to be major ones. There was a very good chance that treasures would appear.
Even if he could not obtain the books and pill formulas he wanted, trading for one or two life-saving items would still be worthwhile.
"At the No. 6 Trading Hall, under the City Lord Manor's jurisdiction."
Chen Lin nodded at that.
"All right, give me an invitation letter. I'll go take a look when the time comes."
Although Central City was strictly regulated, everything was properly organized, and its facilities were comprehensive. These official trading halls, for example, were something he had never seen in other cities, yet there were many here. They were specifically rented out to trading firms and individuals, with the City Guard handling security to ensure that no one could seize another person's treasures.
Of course, the rent was not cheap.
After obtaining the invitation letter, Chen Lin continued browsing the market. This was one of the markets closest to his immortal cave, and he had already explored practically all of it. After looking around a little longer, he returned home.