Ning Zhuo arrived at a section of the Commerce Hall, attracting attention.
"Who is that young man?"
"White clothes, big head, judging by his appearance, he seems to be..."
"That should be Ning Zhuo. One of the top-tier newcomers emerging in this year's Feiyun Conference!"
Many cultivators directed curious glances at him, either whispering among themselves or communicating via divine sense.
Ning Zhuo walked up to the counter.
The cultivator on duty behind the counter felt his heart pounding and quickly stepped forward, greeting, "Daoist Fellow Ning Zhuo, are you here to buy or sell something? If you wish to make a discreet purchase, we can communicate via divine sense, and I will surely keep it confidential!"
Ning Zhuo smiled slightly, "Thank you, but that's not necessary. I want to purchase some Confucian spells."
He did not use divine sense but communicated verbally.
