When Shen Qiang left from Wan Xin and He Sheng, most of the people who attended the auction had already dispersed.
But upon reaching the entrance to the Wan Xin and He Sheng Auction House, a few cultivators still gathered around him.
"Mr. Shen, good day. I'm Wu Zhicheng, a loose cultivator from the East Meng region. I saw your impressive bearing at the auction and couldn't bear to pass you by without making your acquaintance. So, I specially waited here to make a friend of you."
"Mr. Shen, I am Zhu Zhirong from Xixia Sect. I would like to be friends with you."
"Mr. Shen, I am Song Qingfeng from the Song family of Southwest Dian. I am delighted to meet you."
"Mr. Shen, I am..."
Watching the many cultivators crowding around him, Shen Qiang frowned deeply.
He wasn't really opposed to making friends.
However, now older and wiser to the complexities of society and even more of the cultivation world, these cultivators had undoubtedly attended that very same auction.
