Zhou Xun stepped through the entrance, and the view suddenly opened up.
A simple square spanning over a hundred feet appeared before him. Though called a square, it was actually just a slightly leveled platform.
Much of the ground was still exposed dirt, indicating that it had been recently constructed.
In the center of the square stood a simple wooden stage over a fathom high, empty and devoid of any figures.
The area up to the edges of the square was lined with various stalls, and behind each stall sat a cultivator, likely the stall owner.
There were already quite a few cultivators in the square at this time, gathering around the stalls to make their selections.
Bizarrely, every cultivator here either wore a cloak to hide their figures or donned masks to obscure their faces.
Zhou Xun was no different, dressed in a pitch-black cloak that enveloped his entire body.
"Welcome in, just a single Spirit Essence!" a cold voice said in Zhou Xun's ear.
