The first day of the Qinghe Association ended peacefully in such a joyful and harmonious atmosphere.
The restless members of the Demon Race seized the opportunity and quickly transformed the venue of the Qinghe Association into a night market temple fair.
The out-of-town cultivators, having been prepped by the peculiar vibes of Thousand Mechanism Town, weren't overly surprised this time and quickly blended in.
Some sharp-minded ones even joined the ranks of the stall vendors.
However, some were dragged back by their masters, while others had their masters take over their stalls.
Li Jue, with an expression of a pauper, walked behind Xia Yan along the temporally designated pedestrian street.
Today, he lost face and money, leaving him utterly unmotivated.
The two stopped at a stall, where the cultivator vendor was extolling the virtues of the bottles and jars on his stall, making his pills sound wondrous.
