St. Land Underground City.
The varying brightness of ordinary street lights illuminated one shop after another.
Many Transcendents had set up stalls that almost filled both sides of the road.
Even some Transcendents without stalls directly promoted their goods to other passersby Transcendents.
St. Land Black Market was not small.
But the number of Transcendents that had arrived during this period was indeed quite large.
So much so that the black market seemed a bit crowded, even becoming lively.
Dressed in a gray Second Rank Wizard's Robe, with his face shrouded in a layer of shadowy mist, Tuck weaved through the streets.
Just as Tuck was about to turn the corner into an alleyway and head towards the Star Track Market from the back street.
A boy around fifteen or sixteen with a merchandise box hanging in front of him abruptly blocked Tuck's path.
"Mr. Mage of the Second Rank, are you interested in some perfect-grade elite materials?"
Tuck was taken aback.
