The tiger-shaped masked cultivator's eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he turned and walked away.
"Huh? He's packing up?"
Lin Chang'sheng finished selling all his Dragon Blood Pills, closed his stall, and headed toward the tiger-masked cultivator's booth, only to find the guy was already gone. He searched around for the one selling Qi Condensing Pills but came up empty.
He did spot someone selling magical artifact blades — those blades looked much sharper than Dawn, by who knows how much. He also saw some cultivation techniques and spirit medicine, but he didn't have any spirit stones to buy.
He saw Black Line Flood Dragon Blood too, but they wanted spirit stones for it. Didn't seem worth it, so he let it go.
"Forget it, I'll deal with it later!"
After searching the trade market for a while, Lin Chang'sheng realized everyone was masked up and couldn't find Zhu Zhishan, so he decided to head back.
Just then—
Cultivators were still coming and going at the market.
