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Several years later.
Kong Sang Market.
Zuo Xiaoxuan stepped out of the "Heavenly Immortal Tavern," a hint of a smile appearing on the face beneath the mask.
Her prices were higher than those at Wanbao Pavilion, so naturally, many individual cultivators were willing to sell various spiritual objects procured from the Mysterious Dark Abyss to her.
Today her luck was good, as she even acquired a five-hundred-year-old Dragon Newt.
Just then, at the end of the street ahead, the figure of a man in purple robes suddenly materialized.
Merely standing there, an aura of profound deepness and towering presence emanated from him, with magic power that was unfathomable.
Cultivators on either side sized him up briefly before respectfully making a detour.
"Fourth Sister..."
Meng Zhuzi spoke.
"Our ties have long since been severed."
Zuo Xiaoxuan said with a cold face, "Does this senior really intend to break the rules and make a move in the market?"
