"I wonder if my two acquaintances from the Wood Crystal Race have come this time."
If they have traveled all this way, Qin Ming should meet with them.
However.
As Qin Ming arrived at the marketplace area of the Wood Crystal Race, the street ahead was blocked by a large crowd of cultivators from various races, seemingly watching some excitement.
Not being fond of being a spectator, Qin Ming was about to leave when an extremely familiar voice reached his ears.
"Haha! Elder Ling, this treasure was luckily snagged by me, you then..."
"What? I've taken a liking to it too, do you want to fight me for it?"
Another extremely familiar voice came, making Qin Ming's eyebrows furrow.
He halted his steps that were originally intended to leave, and turned around, walking forward instead.
Once he reached the front, sure enough, he discovered that one of the people was his subordinate Baili Hui, who was holding a piece of pitch-black square wood, evidently a rare treasure.
Suddenly.
