That piece of black metal was the token for entry into the black market's underground auction. On the day of the event, the token would guide its holder to the auction's location.
Shu Feng frowned slightly. 'They're so cautious. It makes getting my hands on some treasures ahead of time a little difficult!'
Shu Feng had come to Ancient Moon City precisely to 'acquire' some Secret Treasures from the black market auction in advance for his cultivation.
Every Secret Treasure sold at the black market auction was stained with the blood of Spiritualists. Shu Feng felt no guilt about 'acquiring' some of them—it was just robbing the rich to help the poor, after all.
Suddenly, a commotion stirred the crowd. Everyone gave a wide berth as a dozen or so short, wiry men in conical hats approached, exuding a savage and fierce aura.
Shu Feng glanced at the dozen or so men in conical hats and frowned. 'People from Anu Country. So arrogant!'
