Several streaks of light raced across the sky, drawing startled cries from two or three passersby wherever they went.
Anyone who could soar freely through the heavens was at least a Dou Wang. To those of low cultivation, that was certainly a sight worth marveling at.
Even a single Dou Wang expert was rarely seen, let alone several arriving together like this.
The same scene played out elsewhere, and these suddenly appearing Dou Wangs seemed to share a common destination, all flying toward the same place.
"I wonder whether the news about Dou Ling Pills being auctioned in Black Seal City is true."
In one direction, a burly middle-aged man spoke as he hurried along with two other Dou Wangs.
The old man beside him chuckled. "You haven't been in the Black-Corner Region long, so naturally you don't know about the Black Seal Auction. Its reputation resounds throughout the Black Domain Great Plains. It's the most famous auction there is.
"The news came from Black Seal City, so it certainly can't be false. Otherwise, they'd be smashing their own signboard, losing more than they gained. The Eight Gates wouldn't be that foolish."
A somewhat younger middle-aged man beside him shook his head. "Old Li, you're mistaken there. Black Seal City is no longer controlled by the Eight Gates, but by a faction called the Xiao Court."
The old man looked surprised. "When did that happen?"
"Not long ago. About a month, I suppose," the middle-aged man replied calmly.
The old man nodded in understanding. "So that's it. I've spent this past month and more in seclusion refining pills. I never expected the Eight Gates to vanish just like that."
The burly middle-aged man listened as though lost in clouds and mist. "Old Li, Old Zheng, what's all this about the