Screens unfolded in intricate patterns.
The backstage area of the Sky Vessel Tower was bustling with activity from all five routes.
Various buyers were busily settling their bills, chatting in small groups with familiar faces.
"This year's Long Qi was the shocking thunder Long Qi, and a Martial Saint made a move, snatching the Great Pill of Creation with no one daring to speak up after that!"
"The Great Pill of Creation, who would dare to speak?"
"Which Martial Saint?"
"Rumored to be Ning King, who doesn't have many children in the second generation, but several hundreds in the third, fourth, and even fifth generations—quality varying greatly. There's this great-grandson, forty-five years old, with Hunting Tiger Perfection and quite talented and intelligent; it must be for his use."