As Ditian said, this place is indeed 'prosperous'.
Countless casual cultivators gathered here, and the cries of small merchants and peddlers became one. This place has become a market, and people from the Star Alliance are also interspersed in it.
They don't care about their identities, and even have sarcasm and ridicule on their faces.
Because they know that even if the anger of these casual cultivators has reached the limit, they dare not attack the Star Alliance!
"Huh?"
In front of a certain booth, a young man stared at a fiery red spar on the booth with bright eyes, showing a surprised expression.
This young man was wearing Star Alliance costumes, and there were dozens of Star Alliance members around him.
Squatting down, the young man said to the stall owner, "Bring that spar here and let me have a look."
"My lord, have you taken a fancy to this broken stone?"
The stall owner smiled apologetically, and handed the spar to the young man with a flattering face, acting very humble.
"Broken stone?"
The young man glanced at the stall owner, then sized up the spar for a while, and said, "How much are you going to sell this for?"
"This broken stone, what money or not, as long as the father (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com