Just as Xiao Yan and his group were being led toward their destination by the maid, Xiao Yan put on a mask at the appropriate moment. Xiao Yi Xian and the other two women had worn veils from the start, so they did not need any additional concealment.
Seeing how deftly Xiao Yan put on his mask, Mu Qingluan could not help but smile. "Senior Brother, it seems you have plenty of experience with this!"
Xiao Yan smiled as well. Over the years, he had rarely concealed his identity. Only back when he was still in Wutan City had he deliberately hidden it in order to sell the Foundation Establishment Spiritual Liquid refined by Yao Lao. Yet concealing his identity now did not feel strange to him at all. After all, this trading fair was definitely no simple affair. Although they did have Qing Lin, a high-star Dou Zun, on their side, it was always better to be cautious.
Once Xiao Yan stepped into the underground trading venue, a unique scene unfolded before his eyes, like a night sky scattered with countless stars. Several hundred private rooms were arranged in an orderly yet staggered pattern, each emitting a faint glow as though it were an independent little world.
As soon as Xiao Yan and the three women entered, more than a dozen auras vaguely focused on them. Those auras held no hostility, seeming more like wary observation. Xiao Yan simply led the three women inside, ignoring the probing gazes.
Under the maid's guidance, the four entered one of the private rooms. Xiao Yan swept his gaze across the interior and saw that it had been furnished with exquisite care. On an ancient wooden desk sat a stalk of Clear Mind Grass still beaded with dew.
At the sight of the