"Young master, where are we going now?" Hong Yi asked.
The crowd surged around, with ordinary people, cultivators, powerful figures of the Mahayana Realm, and ordinary cultivators of the Qi Refining Realm, all walking back and forth through the market.
Besides these.
Countless vendors set up stalls on both sides of the ground, displaying all sorts of strange and peculiar items.
The bustling prosperity highlighted the flourishing appearance of Wangu Creation City.
"Wait!" Zhang Xiaohao shook the folding fan in his hand playfully and said.
"Wait? Young master, do we have acquaintances here?" Hong Yi was more puzzled.
"You'll find out later." Zhang Xiaohao did not explain.
Some things don't need explaining, and even if explained, they wouldn't be clear in just a few words.
After about five minutes.
A young man walked over, with a unicorn horn on his head and dressed in Qing Yi.
"Do the three of you need help?" The young man's face wore an ingratiating smile as he spoke.
