Night falls.
Zhou Changwang, dressed in black, with a wide-brimmed hat, stepped out the door.
At this moment, he was quite different from his usual self, looking leaner and shorter, slightly hunched, like a beleaguered middle-aged cultivator.
In the darkness, even the bustling marketplace had few people moving about.
Zhou Changwang walked along and quickly arrived at the Independent Cultivator Market Square.
A month ago, a performance troupe had settled in Fengming Dock Marketplace, distributing flyers and causing quite a stir.
Zhou Changwang did not expect that the Cyan Leaf Alliance's organized black market was within this performance troupe, inside the huge tent before him.
Moreover, he did not expect that the performance troupe had not yet left, and most of its members were from the Cyan Leaf Alliance.
The performance troupe performs on the tenth.
