Isn't Everyone Pretty Good at Putting on a Show?

"Yo, who did I think it was? Isn't this Zhang Yun, who got trapped in an illusion realm for a full two months?"

Amid the crowd, a handsome man in a long robe wore the inner robes of the Azure Heaven Sect. With his fan spread open in his hand, he looked at the person not far away as he spoke.

The moment Lin Hao heard that voice, he knew who it was.

In this world, the one who liked picking fights with Zhang Yun was Zhao Ting, his fellow sect member.

Still, being trapped for a whole two months really was pretty hilarious.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan also gave Zhang Yun another look.

He remembered that the illusion realm had not been active for that long. Had the production crew forgotten about this part of the plot?

"Heh, Zhao Ting, you're only good with that mouth of yours."

Zhang Yun's face flushed with anger at Zhao Ting's words, but he did not want to keep talking to him.

The two were sworn enemies, neither willing to yield an inch to the other.

With so many people coming here, could there be something good?

"I heard there'll be a large auction tomorrow."

"Whoa, really? Where did you hear that?"

"My eldest aunt's second uncle's wife's second son's daughter-in-law's youngest son's neighbor is a guard at the City Lord's Manor. His news is very reliable."

"No wonder there are so many unfamiliar faces today. I wonder what treasures there'll be."

"Shh, I'll tell you quietly. I heard there are ancient magical artifacts, pills lost for ages, secret-realm cultivation techniques—everything you could want."

"There's something that good? Those are things only immortals can have."

"Heh, who says these people aren't immortals?"

Behind Lin Hao, two people lowered their voices and "loudly"