After putting on the mask, Jing Yan indeed went unrecognized.
Although the mask couldn't alter Jing Yan's aura, there were, to begin with, only a few Martial Artists here who knew Jing Yan, and even fewer who could recognize his aura. Probably only those judges and others who had been in close contact with Jing Yan during the Alchemy Conference might be able to recognize him by his aura.
All around, various stalls were dazzlingly arrayed, offering a messy jumble of items—everything from Spirit Grass to ores, from Elixirs to weapons, from clothing to food, even Micro Arrays could occasionally be seen.
However, after wandering for more than an hour, Jing Yan hadn't bought anything.
It wasn't that he hadn't encountered valuable items, but there was nothing he urgently needed.
"This way, I don't know when I'll encounter the items I need," Jing Yan furrowed his brow slightly.