Without doing much else, Hong Yuan simply walked quietly, silently observing his surroundings, especially those Martial Cultivators dressed in extravagant robes.
"The sign of the white sparrow!"
"The sign of the grass python!"
"The sign of the blood cloud!"
"..."
Along the way, despite Hong Yuan's extraordinary experience, he was inwardly alarmed. There are far too many geniuses gathered here, even to the point of excess! Ordinary Martial Cultivators wouldn't manifest such signs of Destiny; their energy is usually scattered in small clusters, unable to form distinct shapes. Yet here, I'm seeing those with formed signs every three steps, and those who have gathered fortune every five steps!
Suddenly, Hong Yuan's ears twitched, and he turned to look.
A group of young Martial Artists were bargaining over a Cultivation Technique manual!
