Ning Zheng took a deep breath and sat down in a chair to examine the purchase list.
The hall was filled with numerous tables.
Several scattered individuals were also looking at their lists, some dressed in novel, contemporary clothing.
There were men and women.
There were also a few seemingly reliable middle-aged individuals with a group of young people in tow, seemingly introducing them to the world.
The middle-aged person noticed Ning Zheng and approached slowly, apologetically saying, "Is this your first time here..."
"Sorry."
Ning Zheng stepped back a few paces, refusing to engage in conversation.
The middle-aged man was taken aback, but smiled understandingly and left with the young cultivators behind him.
Ning Zheng was unsure if they were local ghosts in disguise or outside living cultivators like him.
But he had no interest in conversing.
Unless he was mistaken.
This place replicated ancient times entirely and was intrinsically a dangerous locale.
