Early the next morning, Jiang Beiran, dressed in his forgettable outfit, arrived early at the entrance of the Mysterious Market. It took him quite some effort to spot Wu Qingce, who had been waiting for him not far from the entrance.
"Who would have thought that adding a mask would enhance the forgettable outfit to the point where even I, paying close attention, could easily overlook it?"
"Hmm... as expected of me!"
Since many people in the Mysterious Market wore masks while shopping, Jiang Beiran had followed the trend and made two masks for himself. He hadn’t expected the effect to be so outstanding.
"Let’s go, head inside."
Waving to Wu Qingce, Jiang Beiran walked toward the entrance of the Mysterious Market. The Hidden Moon Sect’s Mysterious Market was located at the center of their mountain-protecting formation, a clear indication of its importance. Normally, entering the Mysterious Market required an entrance fee per person.