The term "Black Market" was just a colloquialism. Its official name was the Martial Mountain Workshop, not far from the Qunxing Workshop.
The Martial Mountain Workshop was named after Martial Mountain.
The mountain had been a mine, rich in a certain kind of ore, but it had been completely depleted centuries ago.
The mine became a wasteland.
The mine tunnels became a haven for scum and villainy.
Many shady businesses and people of unknown origin from the Martial World took refuge here, gradually shaping it into what it is today.
Being a Black Market, it naturally only opened at night.
It was still early.
Zhu Ju, his features altered by a Disguise, strolled into a Tavern. He glanced at the sky before ordering some food and wine.
He was a Cultivator, it was true, but not one who would sever his emotions or practice Forgetting Desire. He wouldn't even forsake the pleasures of the palate.
