A month later, in a seemingly ordinary small town, some people with strange horns on their heads and scales on their faces and bodies walked back and forth on the streets.
In addition, a few others, with exceptionally powerful auras, who all used various methods to conceal their appearances, appeared on the main street in the east that specialized in sales, occasionally entering and exiting secretive shops that were usually not frequented.
"What, Senior wants twenty thousand catties of Wind Essence Gold?" In a somewhat dim shop, a middle-aged shopkeeper with a short purple horn on his head looked at the customer in front of him with some surprise.
Although he had become somewhat accustomed to the frequent large transactions recently, the sheer quantity of materials requested by the person in front of him still made his heart tremble a bit.
