Emerging from the underground boxing arena, Su Lu gazed at the bright moonlight, his eyebrows firmly knitted together.
He had just received two pieces of bad news.
First, the horror of the previous Cursed Spirit had begun to spread.
The more people knew about it, the less controllable it would become, potentially escalating into a disaster in later stages!
The second piece of bad news was that Old Dog did not have the information he was hoping for, about gatherings of wild Transcendents or any Transcendent market.
According to him, even if such a place existed, Su Lu should know about it even more clearly than him.
In the face of such logical reasoning, Su Lu could only leave in silence.
'It seems that if I want to find something like a gathering of ordinary Transcendents or a mystical market, I should ask ordinary Transcendents!'
Su Lu immediately thought of the Blood Therapy Doctor-- Angie Ribby.
