Though these people had impure motives, their actions had, through a twist of fate, helped Xue Fuyao and Jiang Zuo conceal their true purpose.
Once the auction ended, the two turned and left.
The once-bustling street now held few people and had become deserted.
"This really is a good place for an ambush," Jiang Zuo said.
"They won't make a move here." As she spoke, Xue Fuyao quickened her pace toward the exit.
"Wait for me! Why are you walking so fast?"
Of course she had to hurry. They weren't planning to make a move here, but she was planning to move against the Black Market.
After the two left the Black Market, a powerful force forcibly sealed its entrance. The old man guarding the door outside died outright, blood streaming from all seven orifices.
Some of those who had encouraged Xue Fuyao and Jiang Zuo to bid had left early to make preparations outside. The rest remained in the Black Market, ready to strike as soon as the pair left, then divide up everything in their possession.
Yet for all their calculations, they had never expected the Black Market's entrance to be locked the moment the pair left. Everyone was trapped inside.
Above the Black Market, seven figures radiating terrifying auras stood in the air, gazing coldly down.
"In-incarnations!"
Elsewhere, Xue Fuyao glanced back toward the Black Market and thought, It looks like well over half the trouble is gone. The rest have probably already laid their ambushes, but...
Why must I follow the script they've imagined?
Without any hesitation, the two headed straight out of the city, preparing to leave Wan City.
Wan City closed its gates at night and forbade anyone from entering or leaving. That was no problem. They could simply climb over the wall instead