...
Half a day later.
Deep inside the Black Feather Market, within a cave dwelling wrapped in layers of concealment arrays.
The stone door was tightly shut, isolating the inside and outside, with all restrictions activated.
In the small stone hall, seven or eight cultivators sat in a circle, varying in age, with their aura steadily anchored in the Dao Foundation Realm.
Each carried the cautiousness and vigilance unique to loose cultivators.
Red Wood sat on a stone stool next to the main position, his aura restrained, showing no signs of prominence.
Hosting the trading meeting was an elder with a haggard face, dressed in a gray robe, named Elder Cang.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Elder Cang lightly coughed and spoke:
"Fellow Daoists, the rules remain as usual: items are exchanged for items, the highest value wins. If you have information, cultivation techniques, or maps, they can also be exchanged on stage."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"I'll go first!"
