9-11pm.
Which is eight o'clock in the evening.
Zhang Jing checked the time.
There were less than thirteen hours left until the start of the trade fair.
Without any hesitation.
He immediately closed the doors of his shop and went up to the second floor, into the Talisman Making Room.
Of course, Zhang Jing was very interested in the so-called 'trade fair'.
However, he was well aware of his own situation.
Other than a batch of Demon Cores, he had no other valuable items at his disposal.
Even due to the price reduction by other talisman stores, fewer people were coming to his place to buy talismans with Tao Merits, thus he had only a few hundred Tao Merits left.
He would naturally not disturb the low-grade talismans that he was preparing to exchange for Demon Cores.
However, in the eyes of the Senior Brothers and Sisters participating in the trade fair, his Demon Cores probably weren't anything special—
Wait!
He suddenly realised something.
