Under the moonlight, a figure cloaked in silver light gently landed on the edge of the island, concealed beneath a pitch-black robe was an unremarkable face, that of a man nearing forty.
Originally, Chu Zheng had not planned to stay long in Giant Marsh, but the treasures scattered all around the place had now made it quite difficult for him to leave.
In these past days, he had disguised himself dozens of times, wandering around the marketplace, acquiring a staggering number of ancient relics at extremely low prices.
Incomplete magic treasures and weapons, elixirs with their spiritual energy dissipated—many of these items were of Lower Quality and Second Order, and a large portion of them, once restored by Chu Zheng, were immediately resold, all exchanged for spirit stones.
Right now, what Giant Marsh lacked the least was buyers. Selling in large quantities, the accumulation turned substantial. Chu Zheng's wealth grew at an astonishing rate.
