Haizhou, Hu Family Market.
The sky had not yet darkened, but pedestrians were few and far between. A glance around revealed desolate streets.
"Has the news about the Foundation Establishment Pill been released?"
Inside the auction house, Hu Haiqing retracted his gaze, his expression impassive.
"Yes..."
Hu Xinyi, a voluptuous and beautiful woman, nodded slightly.
"But it will still take some time to brew. Also, we've mostly eliminated the Tribulation Cultivators outside the Market. However, because of our previous reputation, people will probably want to wait and see for a while..."
'Wait and see?'
Hu Haiqing's eyes narrowed. 'Such a great Market, and Hu Chaohong had managed it into this state.'
'If he hadn't died at Chen Che's hands, I would have killed him myself.'
Looking at the deserted streets, Hu Haiqing's face was grim.
"What about the auction?"
"The auction..."
Hu Xinyi nodded.
