On the official road leading straight into the Eastern Border, a group of several dozen stood gathered, their expressions varied—some unwilling, some regretful.
"Mr. Shen really isn't going? Chenyin Hall was once a major power, with a Celestial Phenomenon Realm expert overseeing it. The treasures they left behind surely won't be ordinary. There might even be something inside that could help one advance to the Celestial Phenomenon Realm."
Shen Jingzhou remained calm, his expression unchanged. "Who can say what treasures there are? Perhaps they would not suit me. I cultivate the sword path—no matter how valuable corpse refining may be, what use is it to me?"
Then Shen Jingzhou changed the subject and added, "So long as Tianjian Mountain has not forgotten our agreement, that will be enough. Elder Xie Ping, do as you please. Once you are done with your business, we will meet again in Yang City."
Upon hearing Shen Jingzhou's words, Xie Ping knew there was no hope. Though regret showed on his face, he still gave a solemn assurance.
"Very well, then we shall meet again then. And please rest assured, Mr. Shen—Tianjian Mountain will never forget what we promised you."
"Mm. Then let us part here. Take care."
With that, Shen Jingzhou turned and left, separating from the main group. Compared to Tianjian Mountain's large party, Shen Jingzhou's group had brought only three people. There were four of them in total, along with a single carriage.
Xie Ping of Tianjian Mountain remained where he was, watching until that carriage vanished at the end of the official road.
"Ah, let's go!"
Turning back, Xie Ping looked somewhat dejected. In the end, he still had not managed to bring that man over.
If he could have drawn Mr. Shen to their side, this journey would have been