Amid the speculative and inquiring eyes of the crowd, an old man in gray stepped forward with a smile on his face, bowed and saluted: "I am honored to meet you, sir. I am the deputy steward here, my surname is Zhu, I wonder if there is anything I can do for you?"
After looking around, Feng Jiu withdrew her gaze and looked at the steward in front of her, saying, "Give me a private room where I can watch the battle in the martial arts arena."
Hearing this, the deputy steward smiled and said, "Please follow me, the martial arts arena is still in front." He led the way and took Fengjiu to the private room on the second floor of the martial arts arena.
"Please take a look, sir. Are you satisfied?" He opened the window and stepped aside.
Fengjiu walked forward and saw that there was a rectangular venue below. In addition to the rows of seats on the first floor, the second floor was full of private rooms. The upper and lower floors could accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this time, two warriors were fighting in the martial arts arena. The scene was very intense, and the cheers of the surrounding audience were louder and louder.
"We are a branch city here, with only one martial arts competition field, so we only have one yellow list here. If you ever come to Yunyue City, you can go to the main city of our black market to have a look. Only in the main city are the three major lists of Xuanditian established."
Seeing Feng Jiu looking at him without saying anything, the steward smiled and said, "If you are interested, you can also place a bet on the warrior you like to win. The odds are ten to one."
After just a moment's glance, Feng Jiu withdrew her gaze without any interest, and looked at the steward at the side, asking, "Do you have an inspector here?"
The steward was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, I wonder what you want to test?"
"Medicine."
Hearing this, the manager's face became more serious: "Please wait a moment, sir. I will go and ask the inspector to come over." After saying this, he bowed and then retreated.
The moment the door was closed, the steward looked back at the room thoughtfully, and then left quickly.
About half an incense stick of time later, Manager Zhu came back with two old men. After they entered the room, they introduced them to Feng Jiu with a smile, "Sir, this is our black market manager, surnamed Dong, and this is our drug inspector, Elder Deng."
The two people who came in looked at the people in the room calmly.
He was seen sitting by the window in a red robe, with his head half supported by one hand, watching the competition in the arena below. An enchanting mandala, the flower of hell, was blooming on his golden mask. His whole body was filled with an evil and charming aura, but this aura also had a kind of unattainable dignity and nobility, which made people involuntarily feel awe.
When he heard the voice and looked back, his eyes were as deep as an unfathomable pool, three parts laziness and seven parts sharpness.
Just by looking at each other, the two knew that the man in red was definitely not simple.
"Dong greets you. What kind of medicine do you want to test?"
Potions are something that only alchemists can prepare. They are rare in their small town, and even in Yunyue City. Therefore, when he heard that someone wanted to test the potion, he hurried over.
Fengjiu glanced at them, then took out a bottle from her sleeve and handed it to Manager Zhu who was standing beside her, speaking in a lazy and slow voice.