By the time Ye Jingcheng returned to the treasure tower, it was already late at night.
Quite a few shops on the streets were still open, and there were no shortage of passing foreign races and cultivators.
Some foreign races, in particular, seemed even more active once the sky darkened, their voices filling the streets.
Of course, the Ye Family had originally remained open around the clock as well.
But now that most of their treasures had been sold and could not be replenished immediately, they only opened during the day.
They closed when night fell, giving the cultivator clansmen working in the treasure tower more time to cultivate.
Of course, over the past few days, quite a few clansmen had enjoyed visiting Rogue Cultivator Plaza. From what he had observed, Ye Guangchen had been especially active there and had bought quite a few spirit beasts.
But Ye Jingcheng had looked them over. They could only advance once or twice, and they were merely Third or Fourth Stage spirit beasts with virtually no potential.
"Martial Uncle Ziji, how were your gains this time?" The moment Ye Jingcheng arrived at the treasure tower's entrance, Ye Tengchuan and Ye Guangchen opened the door, their eyes gleaming slyly as they looked at him.
Ye Jingcheng immediately understood. The two of them must have come across some fine treasure and had been waiting here for him.
"My gains were average. I couldn't trade for anything good." Ye Jingcheng nodded, then quickly entered the room.
He casually shut the treasure tower's door behind him and entered the Grotto-Heaven with the two of them.
"Eleventh Uncle Ancestor, what do you think of this Water Wasteland Shrimp?" The instant Ye Tengchuan entered the Grotto-Heaven, he pointed at a spirit beast and spoke impatiently.
Ye Jingcheng looked over