Bitter Sea Marketplace has arrived.
When the group arrived, the sky was dark and the tides chaotic, giving them the sensation of moving forward in the top stream of a sandstorm.
Scattered lights shimmered over Bitter Sea, brightening everyone's eyes amidst the gloomy weather.
"We've reached Marketplace Island!"
"There are lights!"
The group was overjoyed, descending towards Marketplace Island, and when they set foot on the ground, they all felt a moment of disorientation.
Stuck in this oppressive environment where the light of day was obscured by the tides of spiritual Qi, not to mention the near-depressive state, there was an overwhelming sense of despondency as if wondering, "When will this ever end?"
