In the gathering place of small tribes.

"Let's go!" Upon arriving at this area, Bo Zhao and the others slowed down their pace and slowly walked toward the crowd.

Ding Hao looked around and heard many people discussing how to make a deal or what to exchange for.

"That's the horn of a Blood Infant Air-Breaking Ox. Look, its hardness and light are absolutely genuine. How could you not trust me?"

"Even though their horns are very ...