Near a high mountain called "Golden Leaf Ridge" in the southeastern direction of Zheng State, east of the "Floating Cloud Mountain Range."
This spirit vein, only Grade 2 Low-grade, had originally drawn nearby cultivators to purchase spirit items due to the small marketplace built upon it. It was considered a fairly well-known place in southeastern Zheng State.
Yet no one had expected that this marketplace, once home to nearly a thousand cultivators and over a hundred thousand mortals,
would suddenly be reduced to ruins overnight not long ago.
Not only had the entire marketplace been destroyed by immense force, but the thousand or so cultivators and countless mortals living on "Golden Leaf Ridge" had all perished as well. Not a single person survived.
At this moment, more than a dozen high-tier cultivators in varied attire stood in the air above "Golden Leaf Ridge," discussing something as they looked down at the marketplace's miserable state.
As everyone gathered in midair spoke, a streak of white light suddenly flew rapidly over from the northwest, immediately drawing their attention.
The next moment, under everyone's gaze, a man in green emerged from the white light and flashed over to stand before them.
Upon seeing Song Qingming, Li Mufeng, who had been speaking with Yang Fengyu, quickly led the others forward to greet him.
"Fellow Daoist Song, Senior Song!"
"Junior Brother Song, you've come."
"Senior Brother Li, Fellow Daoist Yang, Fellow Daoist Chen!" Song Qingming promptly cupped his hands in return upon seeing Li Mufeng and the others take the initiative to greet him.
Yang Fengyu, standing nearby, smiled and said,
"Fellow Daoist Song, it has been many days. Old man greets you.
Earlier, I heard that you were not at Crimson Cloud Mountain, and I had been worried for your safety ever since. Now