In the ink-black space above the Black Market venue.
Inside Box Seven.
Dongfang Wei stood before the enormous transparent window, looking down. From this angle, she could take in the entire Black Market venue—a superb view.
And that was not all.
For privacy, the transparent glass only allowed people to look out from within. Anyone looking in from outside would see nothing but darkness, as though the entire box had melted into the shadows.
That was also why Qin Hao had only vaguely glimpsed the boxes earlier, unable to make out their exact locations.
The boxes themselves blended into the darkness and the formation.
"Junior Sister Dongfang, you don't seem to know this man very well?"
Chen Chengxiu stood a little over two meters from Dongfang Wei. Following her gaze, he spotted Qin Hao beside a stone pillar, already cultivating.
"We met once."
Dongfang Wei's tone was even, but an unusual expression crossed her face. Without her veil, a blush would have been visible rising in her cheeks.
It lasted only an instant. Dongfang Wei immediately noticed it, and the blush vanished.
"You only met once, yet you invited him into your box. That encounter must have been quite something." Chen Chengxiu paused in surprise, then could not help commenting.
"My affairs are none of your concern."
Dongfang Wei's expression darkened, plainly displeased by his speculation. "If you don't wish to attend the Black Market, Senior Brother Chen, you can leave now. No one will stop you."
"You misunderstand, Junior Sister Dongfang. I also want to see the crowning treasure of this Black Market auction, the Three-Star Chaos Spirit Treasure, the Eight Desolations Thunder Whip. Please forgive what I said just now."
Chen Chengxiu hastily apologized.
Dongfang Wei's expression softened slightly, but she said nothing more.
Seeing this, Chen Chengxiu