Ning Cheng hadn't noticed what Peng Ruimei was saying. Even though he hadn't expanded his Divine Sense, he could clearly feel that many people in the grand hall were far superior to him, with a few individuals whose strength was not less than the red-haired powerhouse he had encountered in the Tai Su Sea.
There were many people in the grand hall, but there was no noise. Even if friends recognized each other, they tried to communicate through sound transmission or spoke softly.
Another half an incense stick's worth of time passed, and a middle-aged man dressed like a scholar walked onto the central platform of the trading hall, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoists, for attending the Trading Event held by the Tai Su Ruins' Mission Commerce Building. Our Trading Event is held once every three years, during which a large number of treasures are traded. The Trading Event has also created countless powerhouses.