"Young master, I don't have anything worthwhile on me, so I'll wait outside!"
At the entrance to Trading Fair No. 21, Hao Cang cupped his hands toward He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng went inside alone.
This Trading Fair was not very large.
It was only about ten zhang wide and ten zhang long!
A square space.
A ring of seats lined the walls.
Everyone could freely choose a seat.
He Pingsheng was not particular about such things either, so he casually chose a seat and sat down.
Only after sitting down did he begin looking around.
There were approximately two hundred seats at the Trading Fair.
Apart from the seats along the walls, there was an enormous four-sided stone stele in the center.
The stele had four faces, each facing the cultivators seated in one of the four directions around it.
As for what this stele was used for, He Pingsheng did not know.
Anyway, I'll sit down first!
Not everyone had arrived yet!
However, he did notice a small formation in front of every seat.
He did not know exactly how to use these formations either.
After a wait of about an incense stick's time, all two hundred-odd people had finally arrived.
He Pingsheng swept his divine sense over them, roughly checking the cultivation levels of the cultivators here.
In any case, the place was crowded and noisy, with countless streams of divine sense crisscrossing back and forth.
No one could distinguish whose divine sense was moving about, so everyone could examine others without restraint.
Among the two hundred people, fewer than thirty were Golden Core Stage cultivators, around a hundred and twenty were in the Nascent Soul Realm, and the remaining fifty were basically all at the Spirit Transformation Stage.
There were also two or three people whose cultivation