The entire Underground Black Market bustled with activity, every bit as lively as the large, legitimate marketplaces run by the Royal Family.
Unlike the Star Luo Empire's Starlight Auction House or Shrek City's Treasure Gathering Pavilion, where official intermediaries handled transactions, everything here was traded directly between buyers and sellers.
Buyers and sellers simply sat on the ground or stood where they were, writing down what they wanted to buy or sell beside them and quietly waiting for someone to ask their prices.
Those without stalls wandered slowly through the black market, searching for potential buyers or sellers.
Soul Tools, pills, rare metals, even Soul Bones... the variety of goods available here rivaled any large marketplace, and so did the prices.
The extremely spacious underground venue had no sensible layout at all. Everyone set up their stalls wherever they pleased, leaving the place chaotic and unbearably crowded.
Some stalls were a little more formal, with their goods neatly displayed and payment exchanged directly for merchandise. Their owners had both strength and manpower to spare. Since they dared to do business this way, they clearly had no fear of anyone forcibly snatching their goods.
What a mess, Huo Yuhao thought as he walked through the narrow aisles.
The Underground Black Market made a terrible first impression. There were Soul Guidance Lamps, but their light was dim.
In theory, lighting such a large underground venue brightly with Soul Guidance Lamps required no particularly advanced technology, yet the Xishui Alliance had not done so.
It almost seemed deliberate, as though the organizers despised brightly lit surroundings.
Not far away, a transaction had just concluded at one of the more formal stalls.
A middle-aged man lowered his voice and asked the bearded stallholder, "Why has the price of mithril gone up again?"
The bearded