All sorts of thoughts flashed through Wang Zijia's mind as he surreptitiously surveyed his surroundings.
He found himself in a typical market square, presumably a street stall area. People were setting up various street stalls and many stall owners were shouting to attract passing pedestrians.
It was similar to the street stall areas Wang Zijia had seen in the sect, except that the wares here were of lower quality, similar to those in the legend of the Loose Cultivator's Market.
"Fellow Daoist, would you like to purchase some elixirs?" A greeting was heard by his ear.
Wang Zijia quickly turned around to find the call came from the stall owner in front of him who noticed Wang Zijia standing and observing the surroundings.
"I'll look around first," Wang Zijia replied, starting to move forward with a hint of caution.
"Hey, hey, don't be in such a rush. My stuff is much cheaper than those in stores…" The stall owner's call echoed from behind, but Wang Zijia did not pause at all.
