Liyang Island, one of the islands controlled by Seven Swords Palace.
The streets teemed with people, while carriages and horses clattered amid the din.
Within a secluded Green-Tiled Courtyard, Wang Qingshan and the other five sat in a blue stone pavilion, chatting with grave expressions.
The six of them had left Flying Cloud Island, but the moment they arrived at Liyang Island, the Teleportation Array was shut down. No one was permitted to leave the Market. It seemed a great war was about to break out.
"I knew it. The Alien Races would never let the Human Race stay out of it and reap the fisherman's profit."
Duan Tongtian sighed.
Had they known earlier, they would have traveled by flying through the air. Of course, that was only wishful thinking; actually doing so would have been difficult.
Without using a Teleportation Array, traveling from Flying Cloud Island to Golden Swallow Island meant crossing tens of trillions of kilometers and avoiding other Human Race cultivators and High-Level Demon Beasts along the way. The difficulty was immense.
"We can only take one step at a time. Misfortune may lean upon fortune; whether it is a blessing or a calamity is hard to say. If we can get in touch with the Li Family or the Han Family, things should be better."
Wang Qingshan spoke in a deep voice.
Just then, a Sound Transmission Talisman flew in and landed before them.
Dong Xueli flicked her finger, sending a streak of white light shooting out to strike the talisman. A clear, resonant woman's voice rang out. "Fellow Daoist Wang, I am Xu Xin of Seven Swords Palace. I have something I wish to discuss with you. I wonder whether Fellow Daoist Wang is available."
"Xu Xin? I don't know her."
Wang Qingshan frowned, his