Night had fallen over Xuanli Market. The market was brightly lit, and streams of people flowed through it.
A Green-Shirted Youth with ordinary features strolled along the street, looking around as he walked.
When he passed a corner, the Green-Shirted Youth frowned and stopped.
Following his gaze, one could see a notice bearing a portrait and a line of text.
Dozens of cultivators stood before the notice, chattering among themselves.
"The Heretical Cultivator Long Qingfeng has harmed countless innocents and possesses the Flood Dragon Bloodline. A bounty of one hundred million Spirit Stones is offered for his capture. Anyone who knows of his whereabouts but fails to report it will be treated as an accomplice."
"Every Heretical Cultivator deserves to die. He ought to be killed. If I find him, I'll certainly refine his soul and spirit."
"Give me a break! With your Void Refinement Early Stage cultivation, you're no match for him at all. Didn't the notice say that he's at the Void Refinement Middle Stage? You're simply not his opponent."
The Green-Shirted Youth glanced over it a few times, then stopped paying attention and strode onward.
He wandered around the streets several times. More than an hour later, he entered a quiet little courtyard with red tiles.
The Green-Shirted Youth was none other than Long Qingfeng. He had used a treasure to alter his appearance, making it difficult for outsiders to discover his true face.
He had spent all these years hiding from place to place, never enjoying a moment of peace, afraid that his enemies would find him.
"The Cold Flame Sect has even gotten involved. It seems I can't stay here any longer."
Long Qingfeng muttered to himself. He refused to believe that the Nine Dragons Palace could buy off every Human Race faction on the