Li Su shot a sidelong glance at the old man who had so naturally followed along beside him, then rubbed his brow. He truly had not expected the man to possess the qualities of sticky taffy—he had simply latched onto him.
Li Su was not known for having a good temper either. If the other party went too far, he naturally would not be polite.
In terms of cultivation, the other party was indeed quite a bit stronger than him. But throughout Li Su's journey, he had never faced opponents at the same realm as himself. Enemies one or two minor realms above him were the norm; even those a whole major realm above him were nothing strange. Besides, although the old man beside him had a high realm, his true expertise lay in artifact forging rather than combat. Li Su did not care much.
Yet he had not expected that, in the face of Li Su's indifference, the old man would not use his status to pressure him. Instead, to his surprise, he simply kept following at his side.
Of course, following him was no big deal.
What truly gave Li Su a headache was that this old bastard had, fucking hell, dragged a trail of hatred onto him the entire way here. That was crossing the line.
At the very center of the marketplace, there were instead even more people—far more than in the True Immortal district.
Several hundred thousand people came and went, while the huge venue in the middle had an endless stream of people entering and leaving.
The things sold here were somewhat different.
Unlike the clearly marked prices outside, what was sold here was more often not physical goods, but information.
People lined both sides of the road, with stalls everywhere.
Li Su himself