Chapter 2477 — Meeting Yang Qiqi Again
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Those who came to the cultivators' market generally masked themselves or disguised their faces. This was an unwritten convention formed over the years—not a demand of the market's organizers, but a precaution by the traders themselves, who feared that showing their true faces would invite robbery once the deals were done. After all, everyone here was trading precious treasures; if the wrong eyes fixed on you, trouble would never end. This, too, was to keep identities secret.
Of course, some who were confident in their strength—experts at the peak of the late earth tier or the early heaven tier—went unmasked. Their power spoke for itself; they were generally the finest figures such a small market could produce, and naturally they did not fear anyone daring to set their sights on them.
And cultivators of still higher ranks were unlikely to be interested in what these earth-tier cultivators had to trade anyway.
Wei Zhao and Han Xiaohu's arrival drew little attention, for the two of them were simply too ordinary—a low-key car, and masks that revealed nothing of who they were.
Wei Zhao, though, glanced over the cultivators attending the market: most were mystic-tier experts and early-to-mid earth-tier hands. Late earth-tier or above were rare, and he saw no heaven-tier cultivators among this crowd.
Wei Zhao still wore his male-bandit mask, but beneath it he had on the thousand-thread mask given to him by the heaven-tier spider. The purpose was double insurance—should the outer mask fall off, his identity would not be exposed.
The cultivators' market was a混杂 den of dragons and snakes, and Wei Zhao did not want too many eyes on him.
Out of the car, Wei Zhao followed Han Xiaohu toward the foot of the mountain. They had not gone far when they saw a crowd gathered around some spectacle. Wei Zhao was not one for spectacles; after a faint glance, he meant to circle around, but Han Xiaohu said, "Leader, let's take a look—there might be something good!"
Wei Zhao's steps paused slightly at that, and then he nodded. Han Xiaohu was right: ordinarily Wei Zhao would never go watch a commotion, but here, if Han Xiaohu said there might be something good, then there really might be. So Wei Zhao decided to follow Han Xiaohu and take a look.
But when Wei Zhao's gaze fell on the two people at the center, his brow furrowed slightly. Of the two, one was a stranger he neither knew nor cared about—but the other had left a deep impression on him. Wasn't that Yang Qiqi?
Yang Qiqi was wearing a black face mask at the moment, but that explosive little black leather jacket and leather pants, and that gritted-teeth, coolly murderous expression, let Wei Zhao recognize her at once.
Wei Zhao naturally remembered those close to him well—especially this Yang Qiqi. Whether it was the rescue in Songshan City, the aid at Blue Town, or their meeting in the ice palace trial, all had left a deep impression on him.
Others might not recognize her, but Wei Zhao had spotted her at a glance. And this cool girl seemed to be getting the worst of it, didn't she?