The faces of those few people looked grim, extremely uneasy. This young man was too fierce, defeating all enemies with just one move without needing a second strike.
The main issue was that the Rotten Wooden Box had changed hands. This was the sacred object to be traded today. Now that it's lost, how could they explain to the Dark Creature?
"Speak up, which clan do you belong to? Why are you trading with Dark Creatures? What exactly is their origin?" Shi Hao asked.
After reclaiming the Rotten Wooden Box, he was no longer in a rush. Everything could be slowly investigated and figured out.
Those few closed their mouths, not saying a word. At the same time, some eyes flashed with the intent to flee, while others stood dazed like clay sculptures.
Their reactions varied because their thoughts differed.
