A group of Ten Thousand Poison Gang cultivators followed behind the two, marching grandly through the middle of the market and causing the other cultivators to scatter.
Fang Cheng blended into the crowd, watching from a distance.
That Sun Guardian was too busy bowing and scraping, fawning over the man beside him, to even glance in his direction.
The burly man wore ornate robes. His expression was stern, and he wasn't one for smiling, every movement exuding the unique aura of a superior.
But his cultivation seemed to be only a sliver higher than Sun Guardian's.
When Fang Cheng returned to his stall, he found the Spirit Wine on the table had vanished. Just as he was wondering what happened, Die'Er chimed in, cheerfully taking credit, "Young Master, we've sold out of the Spirit Wine! We sold each jar for fifty Spirit Stones!"
Fang Cheng asked curiously, "I was only gone for a moment... Who bought it all?"
