And what's even more bizarre is that behind the city walls, there is a sky of red clouds, an intensely red hue illuminating the giant city in the valley.
At the city wall's entrance, a group of cultivators were still waiting. Ye Jingcheng was not surprised, and he took out a prepared storage bag, exchanged some spirit stones, and obtained a few tokens.
"These tokens are proof for the market; don't lose them, or it'll be quite troublesome!" Ye Jingcheng advised a few people sternly.
Although Ye Xingyi was also present, he was, after all, the one responsible for this trip.
Moreover, he didn't know whether this uncle of his, ranked thirty-fifth in the Xing generation, Ye Xingyi, had ever been to this market.
Of course, he couldn't help but recall the first time he went to Taihang Market, when Ye Xingyu and Ye Xinghe warned him of various matters to watch out for.
Now, he had become the explainer for the high-tier juniors.
