Qin Fengming had already visited the hidden retreat in Zhenyuan Zhai once, so the middle-aged man surnamed Sun did not accompany him.
"Congratulations on returning safely to Baihe Market, Senior. We juniors pay our respects to Senior Qin." The moment he appeared in the valley, Quan Peng, Yin Hao, and Fan Gu emerged and hurried forward, each bowing in greeting.
Qin Fengming was naturally unsurprised to find all three of them there.
There were still three or four years before the journey to Yunmeng Mountain. Since the mountain opened only once every tens of thousands of years, everyone was naturally cautious, unwilling to miss it because of some unforeseen incident.
"There is no need for such ceremony, fellow Daoists. May I ask whether you invited this Qin here to discuss something?" Qin Fengming's tone had not changed in the slightest from before.
"This is no place to talk. Please enter the cave abode, Senior, so we can discuss matters in detail."
Half an hour later, Qin Fengming left Zhenyuan Zhai and headed straight for the Marketplace's auction house without the slightest hesitation.
Quan Peng, the proprietor of Zhenyuan Zhai, had invited Qin Fengming over to thank him for their previous journey to the Ice Plains Sea.
Without Qin Fengming, even if a peak Nascent Soul cultivator had taken his place, the answer to whether they could have escaped the Ice Plains Sea would still have been no.
Faced with two mid Integration stage cultivators, they would have been nothing but lambs awaiting slaughter. The terrifying hurricane they encountered afterward was even further beyond their ability to withstand. Even an Integration stage cultivator caught in that hurricane would have faced an extremely high chance of perishing.
It could be said that all three late Nascent Soul stage Great Cultivators owed