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Two days later.
Two Iron Feather Eagles, like sharp swords, shuttled through the clouds and mist.
"Changsheng, the Nine Dragons Market is just ahead. Get ready to descend."
"Be careful not to collide with the market's formation, or you'll face an attack from the formation."
Clad in a long white dress with raven-black hair cascading over her fragrant snow-white shoulders, Lu Miaoge sat elegantly upon an Iron Feather Eagle, transmitting her voice to Lu Changsheng.
"Okay, Sister Miaoge."
Lu Changsheng nodded. He could already see the vast Nine Dragons Market ahead of him.
Looking down from high above, the entire marketplace appeared to be even larger than Qingzhu Mountain, covering an estimated tens of thousands of acres.
It was surrounded by nine towering peaks, piercing the sky and forming an arch.
This was also the origin of the name Nine Dragons Market.