Qingyang Market, on the main road.
Qin Ming received a Sound Transmission Talisman from Shopkeeper Liao.
He immediately put down his work and hurried to Juxuan Pavilion.
Lately, the market has been overcrowded, with unfamiliar faces occupying most of it.
Just when Qin Ming was about to move forward.
There was a large crowd blocking the middle of the road ahead on the main road.
Blocking his path.
The road was filled with cultivators watching.
He furrowed his brows, looked ahead.
He saw a grandfather and grandson kneeling on the ground, pleading bitterly with a few young cultivators in front of them.
"Sir, this Jade Water Golden Crystal is an ancestral treasure of mine."
"If you only give a hundred spirit stones, I'd rather not do this business!"
"Please, return the crystal to me! I beg you!"
The grandson was also pleading bitterly, tears and snot flowing.
At a glance, Qin Ming found one of the young cultivators very familiar.
