"Huhu."
"I really haven't been this relaxed in a long time." Xiao Yan slowly got up, stretched his back, and smiled with a laugh.
Ever since he finished registering and settled in, Xiao Yan had directly rested for a full day and night. Fortunately, this day of rest allowed both his Spiritual Power and his own condition to return to their peak.
"There's still some time before the tournament. It looks like I need to go to the auction house first and see if there are any medicinal pills I need. After all, this is Thunder City; there are bound to be some opportunities..."
"And since the Alchemist Association just happens to be here, I'll go update my alchemist rank."
"Hehe." Xiao Yan tidied up slightly, then gently pushed open the door. Without disturbing Yu Renran and the other woman, he quietly left the City Lord Mansion.
"Tsk tsk... This volume of foot traffic is truly terrifying." Having just slipped out of the City Lord Mansion's back door without a sound, he immediately stepped into the bustling streets, where wave after wave of hawking cries rose endlessly.
"Immortal-grade Tier 1 Weapon, come take a look..."
"Immortal-tier Dou Ji, passing by, don't miss out..."
Yet, despite the multitude of hawking cries, Xiao Yan discovered that no one was selling medicinal pills of any kind. Clearly, the scarcity of alchemists across the Eastern Continent far exceeded his imagination.
"Old sir, may I ask the way to the auction house?" Xiao Yan walked straight up to him, a few gold coins appearing in his palm, and then smiled at him quite politely. This Thunder City was far too vast; without someone to guide the way, he feared it would be difficult to find the auction house.
"Hehe."
"Little brother, you certainly asked the