Chapter 1 Changyi Society_3

The cultivators who failed to snatch the items and were reluctant to spend more, all sighed in regret.

They didn't know when Master Shen Fu, the mysterious man, would make the next batch again.

With the last bottle of spirit chicken essence handed over to the cultivator, Zhao Wei once again courteously bowed his fist:

"Everyone, the Changyi Society meeting ends here. The specific time for the next meeting will be decided separately and notified in due course."

"Please, everyone."

The regular customers weren't surprised at Zhao Wei's quick and decisive closure.

This was the style of the 'Shanli Changyi Society'— straightforward, which quite suited everyone's taste.

It saved a lot of the hassle of wandering blindly in the Ghost Market.

The items were also of mixed quality.

The cultivators left one after another.