Deep in the Street

Although Huo Hai found these swindlers irritating, he had no time to deal with them. What he needed to do now was sift through this trash and find something good. Huo Hai did not believe that everyone who came here to sell things only had such goods to offer.

What depressed Huo Hai was that he had looked through the entire Trade Street, yet all he found was still this ordinary stuff. These things were only useful to those in the Spirit Blood Realm. They might be of some use to small Lineages, but to a Lineage like the Huo Family of the Western Frontier—not too large, yet not too small—they were truly of little value.

"Could it be that these people either use any good items they obtain themselves, or sell them all to the Academy?" Huo Hai felt utterly frustrated. He thought that perhaps this Trade Street simply had no good goods, so he should check the other Trade Streets.

At that moment, Huo Hai suddenly noticed an ornate shop in a corner of the Trade Street. In a place like Trade Street, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, owning a shop was something many envied.

Yet the shop before him was enormous and lavishly decorated. Still, it sat in such a corner, with scarcely anyone visiting it. More importantly, it did not even have a signboard. From afar, it appeared to sell nothing at all. No matter how he looked at it, the shop seemed as though it had already been abandoned.

When Huo Hai looked over, he happened to see two people clad in black slowly entering it. Once inside, they never came back out, leaving Huo Hai deeply puzzled. His keen senses told him that the two had somehow vanished