"All the items meant to be sold are gone—time to head back to Da Rong Island!" Li Zhirui stretched languidly, exhaling a long breath of stale air.
In the past few days, in his efforts to sell the Spiritual Objects, he had assumed numerous identities and had to evade the prying eyes that watched him from the shadows. He was utterly exhausted.
Fortunately, it had all come to an end, and the results were extremely gratifying!
The next morning, Li Zhirui stepped out of the Marketplace gates and immediately summoned his Spirit Boat, racing through the sky.
"Big brother, that guy's too fast, we can't catch up!" A Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivator complained, trailing several miles behind Li Zhirui.
"Forget it, let's head back," said the 'big brother', as he looked up at the disappearing Spirit Boat and decided to return home.
Li Zhirui's seemingly perfect disguise had actually been detected long ago.
