The trade conference was held at noon on the third day.
The venue was on Qing Stone Street in the Ghost Market.
A five-kilometer-long Qing Stone Street was packed with martial artists, some setting up stalls, others approaching to inquire about prices.
Li Xiaoyao found an empty spot, wrote down a few lines on a wooden board as usual, and then waited with his eyes closed.
"Have you heard? At yesterday's martial arts competition, a cultivator appeared!"
"Cultivator? You must be kidding. I think he is just a martial artist."
"Hey, you really are out of the loop," the man said animatedly. "They say that cultivator, young and only in his twenties, fought against Wu Hao of the Wu Family from Zhongzhou. Wu Hao is a third-level martial artist in the Condensation Realm, but guess what happened?"
"Hmm?"
The man said, "That cultivator pinched a spell and called down a Heavenly Thunder. A single strike reduced Wu Hao to ashes, leaving no bones behind!"
