Fang Yuan wiped the last trace of pain from his expression and steadied his breathing.
If he was going to move around this city freely, then suppressing his aura was essential.
Although the strongest cultivators he had sensed around here were merely at the Nascent Soul Realm…
There was that one whose divine sense slapped his earlier. Someone like that was definitely above Hollow Spirit Realm.
There was no reason to invite more trouble.
He inhaled slowly and his qi sank inward until his presence vanished into nothing.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuan became indistinguishable from a perfectly ordinary mortal youth.
He adjusted his sleeves finally ready to head towards the auction house.
But before he could even take ten steps toward the towering building a group of rough-looking men stepped directly into his path.
Fang Yuan blinked at them, albeit a bit confused.
Do people here rob others in broad daylight?
With this much confidence?
