As she looked around, Wang Xue'er couldn't help but sigh in resignation.
The trade valley was different from what it used to be.
When she went there for the first time, the trade valley was like a market in a big city.
Young cultivators from all regions had set up their stalls, shouting aloud to attract customers.
However, that lively atmosphere had long dissipated.
Now, the trade valley was covered in gloom.
There were still stalls dotting the valley and cultivators walking about, but the atmosphere was depressed.
"Look at that." Wang Xue'er pointed to something on her right.
The group of four walked to the right and came to a noticeboard.
"Death Flower Ascension Front…" Jiang Yue muttered as he read the notice.
Basically, the first notice was a warning that the secret organisation was hunting cultivators.
