Lu Xuan quickly lowered his gaze, avoiding eye contact with the black paper kites, and the sinister thought that skimmed his body soon disappeared.
"What the hell is that!"
He cursed silently to himself, becoming more cautious about the forces behind the black market.
The idea that around a dozen of such eerie paper kites could be patrolling the black market hinted at the terrifying power of the forces behind it.
As he slowly walked, he was vigilant about his surroundings.
"There are more cultivators in the black market than I imagined. Two hundred people, each paying an entrance fee of three spirit stones, that's at least six hundred spirit stones. This is quite the moneymaker!"
"The spiritual energy inside the black market is denser than outside. I wonder how long I can stay with three spirit stones. If there is no time limit, I might as well remain in the black market and cultivate, taking advantage of this spiritual energy."
