Lu Xuan watched Shen Ye depart, descending from the sea of clouds to alight at a sprawling and infinite plaza.
He planned to learn more about Central State before making his decisions.
The plaza was filled with numerous stalls, and cultivators were bustling about. The majority of them were at the Qi Training Realm. Upon observation, Lu Xuan noticed that for every ten individuals, one or two were Foundation Establishment Cultivators. This ratio was significantly higher than in East Wasteland.
"Fellow cultivator, how much is this flying sword?"
Lu Xuan arrived at a booth, pointing to a third-grade flying sword on display and asked the stall keeper.
The stall keeper was a young man with a simple and honest face. He lifted his head to look at Lu Xuan and replied,
"Seven thousand five hundred low-grade spirit stones, non-negotiable."
