"Brother Ming, look at that!"
The two followed the main crowd for a short while and soon saw the entrance to the secret realm bustling with people.
Through the gaps, they could vaguely see one loose cultivator after another sitting cross-legged on the ground in the crowd, some spread a blanket or animal hide, while others just found a clean stone, placing mystical artifacts, herbs, and broken weapons on it.
In front of them, other cultivators waiting to enter the secret realm or those who had just come out of it, all gathered around the various stalls, picking and choosing, bargaining.
Seeing this, Shen Chongming squinted slightly, murmuring:
"What are they doing..."
"Haha... isn't it obvious?" Just as Shen Chongming finished his words, the middle-aged man who spoke earlier appeared again from somewhere, smiling as he said, "Those cultivators got some gains in the ruins, or the items are of no use to them, or they can't see the value of them."
