West Qi Market was exceptionally prosperous. Cultivators transmitted out from here all day long, coming and going in an endless stream, allowing them to rake in quite a few benefits.
Today, after Amur and three others arrived, they began rotating in to replace the previous batch of cultivators on guard. Only their sect was permitted to establish transmission arrays within the market.
Those transmission arrays had all been built inside a grand stone building at the easternmost edge of the market. The cultivators guarding the place were responsible for maintaining the safety and normal operation of the transmission arrays.
Though there were only four cultivators, they represented the "Luo Gucheng" sect here. Besides, there were other cultivators stationed within the market.
Anyone who had tried to cause trouble had long since returned to the underworld, leaving neither soul nor bones behind. Yet West Qi Market remained standing to this day; that was proof enough.
When Amur rounded a corner on the street, he saw the silhouette of that magnificent stone building rising into the black night sky.
The sky had not yet brightened. Unless the cultivators living in the market were in a hurry to travel, they would not come here so early.
But Amur knew that before long, this place would become extremely lively.
The shops and transmission arrays established here were one of his sect's primary sources of income, and Amur himself had skimmed quite a bit of profit from them.
At times, Amur truly admired his own foresight. Even under those circumstances, he had still been willing to wager his entire fortune...
Amur strode into the grand stone building. Six cultivators dressed in the same attire as him were already standing at the entrance.
"Junior Brother Amur!"
One of them spotted him first and immediately greeted him.