The stall area of the Moyun Market.
Zhao Zuo currently wore the face of a man in his thirties and had adjusted his aura to exude a hint of ferocious Evil Qi. This saved him a lot of trouble as he browsed through the items at the surrounding stalls.
The price of used, broken Magical Artifacts had dropped significantly. More than a dozen stalls in the area were selling them, and several still had poorly cleaned bloodstains on their surfaces. The origin of these Lower Grade Magical Artifacts was obvious.
People came and went in the bustling stall area. Every time Zhao Zuo lowered his head, he changed his face before heading to the next stall to haggle. In the span of an hour, he had swapped faces five or six times and bought a total of five used, broken Magical Artifacts.
