Whispers drifted clearly into Cheng Buzheng's ears!
"Who knows which family's Mortal Cultivator it was? He actually ignored the Dark Market's unwritten rules!"
"In this old man's view, that Mortal Cultivator probably urgently needed that spirit grass, which was why he grew anxious. Besides, he merely shouted once in a low voice—one shout hardly counts as breaking the Dark Market's unwritten rules!"
"Looks like that's the case!"
"Look, hasn't that Mortal Cultivator left? He didn't continue threatening that stall owner either!"
Stall No. 177.
Sitting cross-legged behind the stall, Cheng Buzheng saw that the tall, imposing stall owner had refused without the slightest hesitation!
He was not surprised by this.
In the Dark Market, even Nascent Soul True Lords did not dare act rashly, much less a Golden Core cultivator.
Besides!
Once the Dark Market ended, one could leave through a random Teleportation Array, with no need to fear the other party's retaliation at all.
Sure enough!
The cultivator standing before the stall said nothing further. As he turned to leave, he cast the stall owner a cold glance!
Seeing this.
The tall cultivator did not indulge him either. A cold gleam flashed through his eyes as he gave a frosty snort!
This scene!
Was all clearly taken in by Cheng Buzheng, seated behind Stall No. 177.
Afterward, that cultivator headed straight toward the cave entrance.
He had a feeling that the cultivator who had failed to obtain the Nine Mystic Illusion Spirit Grass would not let the matter rest so easily!
Yet the many cultivators in the Dark Market were not particularly surprised by what had just happened, nor did any of them meddle in another's business!
After all, verbal disputes like this were far from rare in the Dark Market.
After all.
The many precious Spiritual Items