The Marketplace, Treasure Hall.
When Chen An arrived, the sky was still bright. The Treasure Hall had yet to open for business.
However, there were already many Cultivators setting up stalls near the Treasure Hall.
Some sold talismans, some sold medicinal pills, and some sold weapons.
As long as it could be bought at the Treasure Hall, it could be bought at these street stalls.
The only difference was that the Treasure Hall was more expensive, but there was after-sales guarantee.
The ones sold at the stalls were relatively cheap, but there was a certain chance that the goods were defective and got scammed instead.
Chen An had nothing to do. He scanned the goods placed on the stalls from afar to see if there was anything interesting to buy.
When he swept his gaze under a towering tree, he saw Dabao and the old Cultivator setting up a stall to sell spiritual fish.
