Most of the items were plain and unremarkable, either lacking Spiritual Energy or just some common Low-level materials.
Suddenly, his gaze paused for a moment at a stall in a corner.
The stall owner was a one‑eyed old man with a cold, gloomy aura. On his stall lay several rust‑eaten, broken Weapons, a few dim ores, and an inconspicuous black disk‑like item caked with mud.
Gu Sheng's attention was fixed precisely on that black Compass.
From within that Compass, he sensed an extremely faint, yet incomparably ancient and profound spatial fluctuation.
This fluctuation was extremely obscure; if not for his Divine Sense being strong enough, it would have been almost impossible to detect.
He walked over without betraying any emotion.
Gu Yuan guided the way while lowering his voice to introduce things to Gu Sheng.
"Big Brother, look over there, those few stalls with lots of people around them, most of those are members of the Head Hunting Gang.
