Approaching the spiritual energy shield outside the painting boat, Lu Xuan put away his Wind-Thunder Sword and landed on the spirit wood plank along with the crowd.
Upon entering the first floor, what came into view was an exceptionally spacious hall, where odd rocks of various shapes and sizes were placed all around, each surrounded by quite a few cultivators.
Some cultivators, fearing their favored odd rocks might be taken by others and thus losing the opportunity, did not hesitate to take out spirit stones and claim them immediately.
Sounds of surprise, curses, and sighs reached Lu Xuan's ears from time to time.
"Even cultivators cannot escape the temptation of treasure items," he thought.
Lu Xuan's spiritual sense swept over the hall, observing the myriad states of beings there and couldn't help but sigh.
