Within those treasures, the auras of Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation Cultivators were plentiful, some righteous, others demonic.
"Fellow Daoists, please hear me out!"
The Sect Leader of Danyang Valley, seeing the situation was about to spiral out of control, hurriedly shouted an explanation:
"The person you're looking for has already left! There is nothing here. I implore you all, do not act rashly and destroy the marketplace's property..."
Unfortunately, no one was listening to his explanation.
"You old bastard, so damn noisy!"
Following a disdainful snort, a giant black hand hundreds of yards wide materialized out of thin air. It clawed down toward the inn district, instantly kicking up a furious gale that blotted out the sun and moon.
"Fellow Daoist, you've gone too far!"
The Danyang Valley Sect Leader's face darkened. He was a man of status and reputation, after all. When had he ever been treated with such contempt?
