The Market.
In a secret room on the third floor of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, two men in black finished assembling an Array Plate. They forcefully embedded thirty-six Mid-Grade Spirit Stones into its control hub, each in its designated position.
"Senior Brother Yinn, this Array won't have any problems, will it?"
Zhi Lang suddenly felt uneasy. Having lived as a Merchant in the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion for over a decade, it had been far too long since he had personally fought and killed.
"Relax. This isn't my first time setting one up. Once it's activated from inside the array, I guarantee the Market's Grand Array will be useless for six hours."
Senior Brother Yinn's voice was hoarse. In the dim light, one could see that his face was covered in hideous, terrifying scars that looked like crawling centipedes.
