"Ha ha, I am sick indeed!" Ziye threw back his head and laughed. "The whole world is drunk while only we are awake—Fellow Daoist Xiao and I are the sick ones!"
"Ha ha! Exactly, exactly!" Xiao Hua took Ziye's icy hand and continued striding forward through the snow.
Behind them, Fu Lu wore a trace of worry on his face as he hurried after them.
"Is this the market?" Seeing the enormous archway dozens of yards ahead, where people flowed like woven threads and radiance spilled everywhere, Xiao Hua was exceedingly curious. This bustling scene was utterly different from the deserted streets they had passed through earlier!
"There is no need to say it—it must be the market!" A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Ziye's mouth. "All under heaven bustle for profit; all under heaven scurry for gain! Even amid the Great Sword Dao Battle, those who chase profit remain unchanged!"
Whew! Xiao Hua secretly wiped away sweat. Wasn't he himself one of those people chasing profit?
The market was naturally different from the streets. An enormous restriction covered it; not only was visibility clear within it, even the flying snow was shut out beyond the restriction!
After paying a considerable sum in spirit stones, Xiao Hua and Ziye entered the market. Divine sense was restricted within, unable to reach far. As far as Xiao Hua's eyes could see, the market seemed to span several miles. Crisscrossing lanes divided it into grids of equal size. Some grids stood empty, while cultivators sat within others, with all manner of spirit herbs, medicinal pills, and other items laid out before them as they waited for others to inquire about prices!
"What are you looking for, Fellow Daoist Ziye?" Xiao Hua asked with a smile after glancing around.
Ziye shook his