Mo Chen cursed inwardly. Why did something always go wrong at the critical moment?
But before he could finish cursing to himself, the entire street erupted in an uproar.
Mo Chen and Wen Rongxue saw several cultivators at one end of the market take to the air and scatter outside it.
Strange. What on earth happened?
These people had even abandoned their stalls.
Could Demon Beasts from the mountain forests be attacking the market?
"Miss Wen, our transaction is complete. Why don't we go our separate ways?" Mo Chen suggested to Wen Rongxue.
"I'm only nineteen. Do I look that old? Call me big sister." Wen Rongxue glared at Mo Chen.
Mo Chen froze for a moment and did not take the bait. He was already over two hundred and forty years old. Calling a nineteen-year-old girl big sister would be far too awkward.
Mo Chen and Wen Rongxue hurried out of the alley and fled in opposite directions.
But a bank of dark clouds suddenly descended over Cloudrain Market. Several cultivators at the third and fourth layers of Qi Refining who had fled ahead were each cut in two by a streak of Sword Qi just as they left the market.
Only then did Mo Chen and the others notice a figure faintly suspended within the dark clouds. He was too far away for them to make out his face.
From time to time, a black shadow shot out of the clouds.
That object was black as well and far beyond the reach of his Divine Sense. Mo Chen could not make it out with his naked eyes either. It flew out of the clouds and plunged into the crowd below.
Trailing a tail of light, the black shadow hurtled downward so swiftly that the eye could barely follow