The Mystic Green Mountain Range lay on the border of Qing Country. The spiritual energy there was thin, and cultivators rarely appeared in the area.
Deep within the Mystic Green Mountain Range stretched a boundless grassland. A fair-faced Middle-Aged Daoist and a Yellow-Skirted Woman stood atop a small earthen mound.
The Middle-Aged Daoist was tall and thin, dressed in red Daoist robes, wearing a red lotus crown, and holding a red horsetail whisk. He gave off something of an air of immortal bearing and Daoist bones.
"Madam Huang, why haven't the people from the Golden Goose Sect arrived yet? They couldn't be refusing to come, could they?"
The Middle-Aged Daoist glanced toward the horizon and spoke with a frown.
The Yellow-Skirted Woman smiled and said, "Daoist Sun, rest assured. The Golden Goose Sect will definitely send people over. If they don't come, the Violetgold Earth Mine will belong to us as well."
The Middle-Aged Daoist nodded. He suddenly thought of something and asked, "Right, what about the person I asked you to help find? After so many years, there's still no news of him? With his personality and way of doing things, he should be very easy to find."
"Daoist Sun, This Concubine has also heard somewhat of this Huang Fugui you speak of. This Concubine sent quite a few people to look for him, but none found any trace of him. He may no longer be among the living."
The Middle-Aged Daoist did not think much of it. He shook his head and said, "If you said a Nascent Soul Cultivator had died, this old man would believe it. But if you say he died, this old man won't believe it. That fellow's ability to trim his sails to the wind is unmatched. At the slightest rustle of wind