(I got up really early today. I have to finish writing during the day! Otherwise, how am I supposed to watch the moon tonight?)
Although the Treasure Ship Market was enormous, Shop No. B-312 was easy enough to find. On the surface, it looked no different from an ordinary shop, mainly buying and selling intermediate-grade materials, with a few decent spiritual artifacts and dharma artifacts as well. There was nothing particularly special about it. Yet the moment Li Xiaoya entered, a distinguished-looking middle-aged cultivator at the nascent soul middle stage approached him, cupped his hands, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, have you come for that place?"
"Yes!" Li Xiaoya knew that these secret underground auctions most disliked cultivators playing mysterious games or prying into their secrets, so he simply nodded without wasting words. Besides, even if he tried asking around, he would learn nothing, so there was no point. He patted his Storage Pouch, took out the blue token, and handed it over. Although this cultivator looked distinguished, his appearance clearly was not his true face.
"Oh! Please follow me, Fellow Daoist!" The cultivator accepted the token and examined it. Only after apparently confirming its authenticity did he return it to Li Xiaoya and lead him toward the back door. His movements were discreet, but Li Xiaoya still noticed the flesh-colored glove on his hand. Evidently, he had used that glove to determine whether the token was genuine.
The two passed through a long corridor and arrived at a hall furnished with nothing but a few chairs.
The cultivator smiled faintly and gestured for Li Xiaoya to enter. Li Xiaoya stepped inside without concern.
The cultivator casually shut the door, then stepped on a mechanism. With a crack, a passage opened in the floor. Li Xiaoya froze and looked at him