The crowd around him gradually began to disperse.
The Divine Weapon Stele's radiance had faded. Watching any longer would only fuel their envy. Several Mahayana guard captains gave Chen Lin another look, then turned and flew away.
"Brother Wang, thanks for showing me around today."
Chen Lin patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder.
Fatty Wang was overwhelmed by the favor, the flesh on his face bunching into a chrysanthemum of a smile. "You're too kind, brother! About tonight's Dragonblood Brew..."
"I'll owe you the drinks for now," Chen Lin interrupted. "I have something to attend to. I'm heading back to my courtyard."
Fatty Wang immediately dropped his smile and nodded solemnly. "Understood! You've just forged a divine weapon, so you need to consolidate your cultivation. Go take care of things, brother. If you ever need anything in the mine, just say the word."
He was now utterly devoted to Chen Lin. Someone who could forge a top-three divine weapon at middle Body Integration would become an unimaginably powerful patron someday, provided he survived.
Chen Lin nodded and turned toward the Teleportation Array.
White light flashed, and his figure vanished from the Central Plaza.
Courtyard 108, Ding Block.
Chen Lin pushed open the door. The courtyard was quiet. The formations around the side rooms shimmered; Yun Sheng, Song Qiuya, and the others were still in seclusion, refining spirit crystals.
He sat down at the Stone Table in the courtyard and poured himself a cup of cold tea.
As he toyed with the dark-gold Privilege Token, Chen Lin rapidly weighed his options.
I have to visit the market.
But not now.
Something Fatty Wang had said earlier had brought him to his senses. Those who bought and sold Innate Spirit Treasures at the market were all powerhouses at the Human Immortal