Fang Hao lowered his head and blended into the noisy trading area. This place had all sorts of people: those who had just come out of the Secret Realm with faces full of lingering fear or joy; those waiting outside to pick up bargains, their eyes scanning everywhere like searchlights; and spies from various families, listening for news with shifty eyes and pricked ears.
He huddled in an inconspicuous corner, pretending to organize his bits of junk—worthless scraps scavenged from several demonic beasts—while his ears were perked up, catching every word of the surrounding discussions without missing a single one.
"Have you heard? The Sun Family suffered a huge loss this time! That Sun Tianqi, the Genius of this generation most likely to reach the Nascent Soul Stage, is ruined! His Dao foundation is destroyed. It's said that even if he's saved, he'll only be an ordinary person from now on!"
