The giant ships of the Ancient Immortal Tower docked at the transfer point, and a modest market had gathered there.
This place fell under the jurisdiction of the Starlight Sect.
A Nascent Soul Patriarch stood guard within the sect.
The market.
A red-haired cultivator looked at a cultivator hawking his wares and asked, "Little brother, I heard the Kunpeng Sect is not far from here."
"The Kunpeng Sect?"
The young man looked in surprise at the tall figure before him, clad in black robes and pale-faced. For a moment, he could not discern the other party's cultivation. Nor did he use his Dharma Eye to inspect his spiritual radiance. But since the man was merely asking for directions, he casually pointed and said, "It is south of the Starlight Sect. The coastal region is where the Kunpeng Sect is located."
"Many thanks."
The red-haired cultivator cupped his hands.
The one who had entered the market was Tu Shan Jun. He had long since obtained intelligence on the Kunpeng Sect.
Yu Long had arranged everything flawlessly; he only needed to go find Chuiyun. Yet Tu Shan Jun still kept an extra eye open. Rather than rushing straight there, he gathered information on the Kunpeng Sect along the way.
Piecing together those fragmented bits of information, he more or less gained a clear picture of the Kunpeng Sect's current strength and weakness.
The closer he got, the more news he received. Unlike the welcome received by the Lühuang Sect, the Kunpeng Sect instead faced hostility from its neighbors. Many cultivators bore no goodwill toward the Kunpeng Sect.
It was not because the Kunpeng Sect had done anything outrageously wicked, but because an outsider crossing the river like a fierce dragon would naturally be targeted by the locals.
Even if their overall strength