The old man tucked his hands into his sleeves and spoke blandly.
At this moment, the gray-haired old man's figure became ever more unfathomable in Meng Zhi's heart.
With a casual wave, the old man swept away all the miscellaneous items in the shop.
Then he activated the array disk and locked up the shop.
Meng Zhi asked doubtfully, "What is this?"
If this shop were supported by a master proficient in all the hundred trades of cultivation, it could rake in money every day. By then, let alone three hundred thousand high-grade Spirit Stones—even three million could be earned.
Yet judging by Lord Fox's current appearance, not only did he have no intention of expanding, he seemed ready to close the doors and lock up the shop.
After hanging the bronze lock, the old man gave it a tug and said, "Let's go."
"Where to?"
"Out of the city."
With an uneasy heart, Meng Zhi followed the old man out of the ancient city.
The ancient city lay in the northwest of the Eastern Wasteland. Its climate was pleasant, and because the Ancient Immortal Tower had settled there, it had long since developed into a flourishing land.
Sects and Lineages were intertwined like roots and branches; merchant firms, guilds, escort agencies, banking houses... and the vast sea of cultivators that had gathered around the ancient city's growth.
Within the city, one could still ride flying boats, flood-dragon horses, and small spirit vessels with fixed routes. Once outside the great city, one had to ride the clouds oneself, or wait for transfer aboard the Ancient Immortal Tower's massive warships.
What puzzled Meng Zhi was that after they boarded a massive warship and passed the Western Peak Mountain Range, they plunged straight inside.
The Western Peak Mountain Range.
It stretched vast