The next moment, Xia Yan appeared in the Yin and Yang room. The surrounding environment had not changed much from before the retreat. It seemed that only nine days had passed instead of ninety years.
"Go out and inquire about the news." With a thought in his mind, Xia Yan dodged out of the room, left the Yin and Yang room area, and arrived in the courtyard of Jinyan Restaurant.
In this courtyard, there are still many cultivators sitting on chairs, some chatting with each other. Of course, today's cultivators are no longer those cultivators ninety years ago. They can live in Jinyan Restaurant
There are really not many people who have spent ninety years. Even if those practitioners can get enough Guiyuan Pills, they are not willing to waste so much Guiyuan Pills in this restaurant.
Almost all those practitioners back then have left Jinyan Restaurant.
The news of the auction is public. The auction house is going to hold an auction, so it naturally hopes that many people will know about it. Therefore, Xia Yan did not spend any effort to find out the information about the auction. The auction held at the Zhuque City Trading Center will
It will begin thirty-three years later.
"There are still more than thirty years left." Xia Yan thought.
"There is still a lot of time. I will sell all the resources before the auction officially starts and exchange them for Guiyuan Pills. By then, I will have enough Guiyuan Pills to buy what I want at the auction.
Treasure." Xia Yan thought in his mind and quickly walked into the door of time and space leading to the Yin and Yang room.
"The Xuanyuan Fruit has not been used yet. Before the auction begins, let's continue to strengthen the body and penetrate the sixth part of the Lingluo Mind Technique." Xia Yan thought for a while, and then disappeared again.
Zhuque City, in a room in a remote restaurant.
"After so many years, I haven't found that person again." An old man in black robes, his eyes bright and moving.
In front of him, there were several cultivators with their heads lowered.
"It's not your fault. Over the years, that kid never seems to show up."
"I don't know where he is hiding. But I am sure that the boy is still in Suzaku City. He has not left Suzaku City." The old man said slowly, his voice sometimes heavy and sometimes soft, but his eyes were always very sharp.
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"Sir, do you think that boy is really the inheritor of the God Lord?" A cultivator in front of the old man asked in a low voice.
"Many people say yes, it's possible. Even if it's fake, we can't miss it. If he really is the inheritor of the Divine Lord, then I'm afraid... no one would want to get him." The old man said in a solemn voice.
"Now, many people are looking for traces of him in and around Suzaku City." Another cultivator also said.
"So, we must hurry up and try to find him as soon as possible." The old man said in a sharp voice.
"Yes!" The practitioners who read this book all responded solemnly.
In Suzaku City, there are indeed many cultivators gathered now, all looking for Xia Yan. Ninety years have passed, and some cultivators have given up, but there are still many cultivators who have not given up looking for Xia Yan.
Chapter completed!