Auction

Two days later.

Feng Xiu finally found Copper Gong Town.

Feng Xiu and Zhou Xiao reined in their horses. At the town entrance stood a massive slab of bluish-gray rock, planted at a slant in the earth.

It stood at least twice a man's height, with a naturally formed copper gong embedded at its peak.

From afar, it truly looked as though someone had forcibly stuffed a gong into the stone.

"Copper Gong Town." Zhou Xiao swung down from her horse.

She raised her eyes and surveyed the town. "This name does have quite a history behind it."

The town was not large. Its bluestone streets had been polished slick by countless feet, and shops stood shoulder to shoulder along both sides.

Nine out of ten people on the streets were martial artists, each carrying sabers or swords, their temples bulging and their gazes sharp.

The occasional townsfolk hurried past with lowered heads, not daring to look around.

Feng Xiu led the horses inside, his gaze sweeping over the signs on either side.

He was unfamiliar with this place. Han Che had learned of the Wild Market in Copper Gong Town, and this was Feng Xiu's first visit as well.

"Let's find somewhere to ask around first," Zhou Xiao said.

Feng Xiu nodded, tied the horses outside an inn, then went in and ordered a pot of tea.

"Waiter, where does this town hold its market?"

When the waiter brought over the tea, Feng Xiu casually asked.

"You mean the Copper Gong Gathering, sir? Go straight ahead and cross three streets. Once you see a red wall, you'll be there. Copper Gong Mountain lies behind that wall. But the market hasn't opened yet—you'll have to wait another hour."

Seeing that the two were dressed far better than ordinary folk, the