Three days later, Poison Dragon Pool.
"An auction?"
"At a time like this, how can anyone have the heart to host such a thing?"
"In peaceful times, organizing an auction would naturally be no problem."
"But in this extraordinary period, who can guarantee the safety of this auction, and how many people have the guts to participate?"
"I fear that just after the auction ends, someone might be robbed as they leave the marketplace, or worse, chaos might erupt within the auction itself?"
"We should leave quickly, get some distance, lest we become collateral in a disaster."
"Damn it, they just won't let people live in peace!"
Amidst rumors, a lot of cultivators left, fleeing the Spirit Land of Poison Dragon Pool.
But a portion chose to go against the tide, arriving at the desolate marketplace.
Shen Hex was among them.
Looking at the lonely marketplace and the hastily passing pedestrians, he felt a sense of melancholy.
