After leaving the bookshop, Bai Mo quietly made his way to a spot not far from his own shop.
He was met with a tidal wave of noise.
The shop wasn't very large, but it was packed with people from all sorts of factions. There were even a number of Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivators, all acting cordially.
Occasionally, Qin Wen's voice, laced with energy, could be heard cutting through the din.
Bai Mo listened for a moment and realized they were selling the Pills he had refined.
His staff, working quietly behind the scenes, had actually managed to build the shop up to this level.
It looked like many of Immortal Arrival City's factions, big and small, were in attendance.
Bai Mo stood in a corner, extending his Divine Thought. He could sense many vigilant men from various Demon Hunting Teams keeping watch on their surroundings.
'It makes sense. There are so many grudges in the city; if those people ran into each other, things would surely get heated.'
