Time slowly passed, until no one else in the hall stepped onto the stage.
At the seat of honor, the Golden Dragon King slowly rose. His powerful voice resounded throughout the hall. "Since no one else wishes to trade, this Mahayana exchange gathering is hereby concluded."
As he spoke, the Golden Dragon King's gaze seemingly swept past Zhao Hao in the corner by chance.
Their eyes met discreetly for an instant, and Zhao Hao dipped his chin almost imperceptibly.
Their unspoken understanding needed no words.
With the Golden Dragon King announcing the gathering's conclusion, the old monsters in the hall rose one after another and departed in groups of three or five. Zhao Hao did not linger for a moment. He headed straight toward the teleportation array, intending to teleport to the location of the Cross-Realm Teleportation Array.
The night was black as ink, but it posed no obstacle to any of them.
Four Mahayana cultivators with distinct auras had already arrived before the Cross-Realm Teleportation Array leading to the Spirit World.
Zhao Hao stepped onto the teleportation platform and casually took a position at the edge of the array.
He had just turned around when he saw Jiao Shan of the Jiaochi Race striding over with four clansmen, his face flushed with delight.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist!" Jiao Shan was clearly in excellent spirits, even cupping his hands toward Zhao Hao from a distance.
Zhao Hao gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.
Seeing that no one else was coming, the Dragon Race steward responsible for operating the array prepared to form a hand seal.
Just then.
"Wait!"
An icy, arrogant voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw the five Mahayana cultivators of the Sea King Race striding toward them with an oppressive air.
The late-stage Mahayana