Amidst the grandeur of the bourgeois neighborhood, stood a magnificent building with a dome that loomed tens of meters high. Wang Jun, his gaze sharp and inquisitive, danced across the building which was already visible on his carriage windows.
As the carriages were closing into the Auction House proper, the air was filled with festivity. The common citizens erected their stalls and tents to sell their products.
The Cultivators from around the plain soon filled the street, drawn by the rumors that had been spread from one mouth to another.
Wang Jun caught snippets of random chatter from the crowd when the carriage passed a group of cultivators wearing sect uniforms that were black.
"Hmph! Let's see if this Forest Fairy is as beautiful as the rumor said! If not, I'll take the most beautiful alchemist in this herb-stinking city as my woman for tonight!"
"Haha! You're right, first brother! We have spent a lot of time and money to travel here!"
