The place was rumored to be magical, but it was just a marketplace bustling with ordinary people, exchanging goods from various places—a paradise for merchants.
Jian Wushuang was quite disappointed.
Just as he was about to leave, a maid blocked his way.
"Young master, my boss invites you to the third floor for tea!"
"Oh?" Jian Wushuang stopped in his tracks, and it was then that he dared to relax his mental focus.
Because his identity had already been exposed.
Otherwise, the maid wouldn't have stopped him.
He simply released his mental power and sensed multiple auras on the second and third floors above him.
All of them were cultivators.
Even the maid in front of him was an innate expert.
Feigning calm, Jian Wushuang said, "Lead the way!"
He hadn't expected his cover to be blown so quickly.
