"Fellow Daoist Yan, Fellow Daoist Li, I wonder if the two of you have ever heard of the Land of Lice Dragons."
Since the so-called Land of Lice Dragons had once appeared in the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries, Qin Fengming naturally felt uneasy if he did not ask the two Ghost Realm natives, Elder Li and Elder Chen, about it.
"The Land of Lice Dragons? Where is that? Could it be a dangerous place in the Ghost Realm?" Upon hearing the name Land of Lice Dragons, the two Ghost Lord cultivators both froze, then exchanged looks, their faces filled with bewilderment.
"The vicious, evil-faced old man surnamed Li whom I captured said that he had once been swept up by an extremely massive tornado in the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a place called the Land of Lice Dragons."
Qin Fengming did not conceal anything from the two of them and told them frankly.
"A tornado in the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries? This Li has never heard of one. Although the two of us are natives of Jian'an Prefecture, we do not know much about the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries either. We have only entered it once or twice in our lives, and even then, we merely wandered around its outermost regions, never daring to go too deep. As for whether there are any tornadoes in the valley, we truly do not know."
After Elder Li and Elder Chen focused their thoughts for a moment, both wore blank expressions.
"But where is the nearest Marketplace? This Qin wishes to visit one and purchase various books recording anecdotes from the ancient Cultivation World." Qin Fengming looked at the two of them, his expression shifting as he spoke.
"There are quite