What was originally a peaceful land of lotuses, blooming with resplendent flowers, had now turned into a land of destitution. The mountain valley was filled with numerous massive pits and scars left after battles.
The trading event had been canceled, but as there was only a single opportunity for trading in a long time, the crowd did not plan to leave yet.
Instead, everyone began to set up their own stalls and commence their own private trades in the spacious mountain valley. Bei Feng walked out and watched the numerous high and mighty Evolved Jing masters and Xiantian Lords acting like street hawkers, squatting around in random spots and bargaining like housewives in a market.
"Everyone's doing this for resources. What a pity. If these people had been born a thousand years ago, they would all be powerful geniuses of their generation. There's no reason for them to be lingering in their current realms so miserably."