When Qin Fengming heard the shout, he could no longer fly off to the side. His figure paused, and he turned to face the three people behind him, hovering motionless in midair.
"Greetings, fellow cultivator. I presume you're also here to attend the Green Snake Valley trade fair?"
In the blink of an eye, the three people behind him stopped in front of Qin Fengming. As soon as the red-faced old man standing in the middle came to a halt, he opened his mouth and asked the question.
All three were between fifty and sixty years old. A sinister aura flickered faintly across one man's face—he was clearly a demonic cultivator. The other two had bright, piercing eyes and radiated an air of righteousness. Yet all three were in the early Core Formation realm.
"That's right. This Qin is indeed going to attend the trade fair. May I ask why the three fellow cultivators called out to me?"
Qin Fengming had already changed his appearance into that of a dark-complexioned middle-aged cultivator. Naturally, he had nothing to hide when he heard the man's question.
"Ah, there are still six or seven months before the Green Snake Valley trade fair. Even if you go there now, you won't gain anything. Why not come with us to Jingyun Sect first and attend a grand event there? What do you think?" The red-faced old man spoke unhurriedly, a faint smile on his face.
"A grand event at Jingyun Sect? Could it be that Jingyun Sect is holding a trade fair as well?"
When he heard the old man's words, Qin Fengming's expression grew serious. He knew of Jingyun Sect: it was a first-rate sect renowned for its formations. In the Yuanfeng Empire's immortal cultivation world, it was also famous far and wide. It