The way Legends traded was slightly different from what Zheng Qing had imagined.
There were no counters, no sellers or auctioneers, and no cries of hawking.
Only dozens of seats floated in the void, arranged in a ring. At the center of the ring was a jade-like stone sphere. The Legends' thoughts took physical form and settled onto the seats, though not everyone concealed their appearance. The jade sphere was covered in regular pentagons and hexagons, black and white alternating like a soccer ball.
Zheng Qing lightly touched one of the white hexagons with his spiritual sense.
The white hexagon released a phantom projection before the Young Legendary. Inside the frame was an image of a "Dao Seed." Calling it an image was inaccurate—it was almost identical to the Black Gem in Zheng Qing's pocket. It had a tangible texture, cold to the touch like a real object, and could even be held in hand and examined.
Beside the Dao Seed image was a tiny thought. When he touched it, a somewhat mechanical voice spoke from within: "Buying Dao Seeds, any quantity accepted, price negotiable." With a turn of thought, Zheng Qing immediately understood. If he wanted to sell his two Dao Seeds, he only needed to leave his thought within this white hexagon.
He withdrew his spiritual sense.
With a whoosh, the white hexagon's phantom shrank back into the jade sphere. Throughout the process, the sphere continued rotating slowly in the void without the slightest pause.
Zheng Qing extended another thread of spiritual sense and touched a black pentagon.
A phantom projection likewise appeared before him. The frame contained a glossy roast chicken, its fragrance rich and enticing enough to make one's mouth water. Zheng Qing touched the tiny thought beside the roast chicken, and it contained a single