Ji An Eats His Fill

Half a month later, Ji An quietly returned to Cloud Sea Immortal City under cover of night.

He strolled into Crimson Flame Pavilion, summoned all the attendants, and after asking about the shop's business, casually asked:

"Has anything happened in the city recently?"

Li Qingqiu bowed slightly. "In reply to True Person, the biggest event these past few days has been the further expansion of the demonic qi shrouding the Mist Mountain region. The Merchant Alliance has decided to increase the number of disciples cultivating demonic arts. Any cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm or below may apply.

"Other than that, I have not heard of any other major events."

Ji An grunted, then said:

"I need to meet True Person Guangping. Send someone back to the family to notify them. As soon as possible."

"Understood. I will arrange it shortly."

Ji An left the shop and hurried along the street until he arrived at Myriad Treasure Tower.

In the sitting room, Wan Jinrong poured two cups of wine, lifted them, and handed one over.

"From the looks of it, Fellow Daoist's journey went smoothly. Please drain this cup."

Ji An tipped back his head and drained the wine in one gulp, then sighed.

"It was not smooth at all. Something changed in the ruin, and the Spirit Vein completely dried up. Staying inside consumed mana at an incredibly fast rate."

Although he had gained tremendous benefits, he could not make them public. It was best to quietly make his fortune.

Showing off wealth was truly inadvisable. In his previous life, he had seen plenty of cases where flaunting wealth led to disaster. Watching such spectacles had become one of the few spices in ordinary life, and Ji An took them as a warning.

"That is not entirely bad. Exploring