The broad street was packed to the brim with a large influx of cultivators coming from the surroundings.0

"Our stall is over there!" Fan Zhen said as he pointed to the right. Old Century Trading had rarely participated in the talisman event in the past, so their stall wasn't in the prime location compared to other prominent shops.0

Liu Wuxie wasn't in a hurry as he strolled the street, glancing at the spiritual talismans at the stalls on both sides of the street. The spiritual talismans were all produced by various masters. He would linger for a moment when he came across those with clear runes and dismiss those that were roughly made without a second glance.0

For the most part, Liu Wuxie only skimmed through the spiritual talismans on display because these ordinary talismans could no longer catch his eye. He walked for about fifteen minutes, the time to brew a cup of tea. As they drew closer to the Old Century Trading stall, they saw a large crowd gathered ahead.0

Almost every stall was packed with people, but there seemed to be more people gathered at the Old Century Trading stall—inside and out.0

"What garbage spiritual talismans are these? How dare you sell them at such an outrageous...0