The air was filled with a faint scent of blood, herbs, and various strange materials, forming a small open-air trading venue where many Martial Artists set up stalls and exchanged items obtained from the ruins.
Gu Sheng's arrival did not draw much attention, as new Martial Artists came here daily to try their luck, and some older ones never left those ruins.
He scanned the camp and was about to find a quiet spot to inquire further about news from within the Ancient City, when a figure actively approached him.
The visitor was a young man who looked around twenty, with cultivation at about the Second Realm of the Earth Martial Realm, dressed in a washed-out grey outfit, with a smart and ingratiating smile on his face, yet his eyes were quite shrewd.
"Brother, you look unfamiliar, is this your first time to Wuya Ancient City?"
The young man smiled and cupped his hands, his tone was enthusiastic but not overly flattering.
