At midnight, the main thoroughfare of Dawn City lay utterly silent.
Not long after leaving, Su Jiu and Yun Huanling reached the place the young boy had mentioned that afternoon. As soon as they arrived, Su Jiu discovered an inconspicuous alley connected to it. In the pitch-black city, only that alley glimmered with faint light.
No wonder the boy had said that once they reached this spot, they would naturally see the entrance to the Black Market.
Su Jiu's eyes flickered, and she walked over. Before she could touch that faint light, however, two people blocked their path.
Both stood eight feet tall and wore Fang Masks. Su Jiu probed them with her divine sense, only to discover that the masks could actually block it.
"Young Fellow Daoist Su, surely you weren't planning to go in just like that?"
Su Jiu paused, recognizing the voice.
"Liu Zhiyan?"
Liu Zhiyan waved his folding fan. "That won't do. All sorts of people come to the Black Market. Once inside, we mustn't address each other by name."
Since the speaker was Liu Zhiyan, the other man's identity was all but obvious.
The male cultivator handed Su Jiu two masks. "Put these on before entering."
Su Jiu took them and turned them over in her hands. "They're actually magical artifacts." She passed one to Yun Huanling.
Qin Ming said, "They hardly count as magical artifacts. They're disposable tools, nothing more. Once you take them off, their ability to block divine sense disappears."
Only after Su Jiu and Yun Huanling put them on did the four continue toward the light.
"What did Fellow Daoist Liu mean when he said all sorts of people came to the Black Market?"
Qin Ming gave Su Jiu a veiled hint. "Exactly what he said."
Su Jiu froze briefly. Rather