Bibo Island.
"Haha, greetings fellow cultivator."
"Please, senior."
In recent days, Core Formation Cultivators have been arriving on the island, clearly all here for the trading event.
Within a dimly lit underground palace, the sound of luxury echoed wildly.
The Core Formation Cultivators arriving here either disguised their identities or didn't mind being exposed, each laughing alone with their maids.
Some had cold and aloof temperaments, sitting alone proudly.
All aspects of humanity were on display, but the Core Formation Cultivators present had cultivated for over a hundred years, whether following their whims or intentionally putting on this facade was unknown.
"Fellow cultivator, the commotion at this trading event is really no small thing, three late-stage Core Formation Cultivators have arrived."
