Lin Feng sat upright in his seat as he quietly absorbed the countless psychic senses and interactions around him.
Most of these interactions were between independent cultivators and were messy and disorganized. He had to rely on the radiance of the small asteroid within the holy abode of the Pavilion of Heavenly Trade, which masks the characteristics of individuals’ mana when used to search, to cover his identity and mastery.
Dealing and display were not person-to-person affairs but myriad psychic senses intertwined together to convey what each individual wished to buy. Many people’s interests would be concentrated on a particular item, be it magic treasures and items or abhijna and mantra.
The concentration of psychic senses formed a small circle of projected consciousness.
Lin Feng was unable to identify every single source of the psychic senses unless somebody made a sound, or because of the small asteroid’s radiance.
