At dawn, the rising sun scattered the lingering night, dyeing the clouds at the horizon in a resplendent glow of intertwined gold and crimson. Spiritual energy drifted through the morning light as a faint, multicolored mist.
Lesser Yuan Heaven, Lingtai Immortal City.
When Su Fan stepped out of the teleportation hall, the morning light had only just spread over the hall's upturned eaves. Yet the square outside was already bustling with noise—the chatter of passing cultivators, the low calls of spirit beasts, and the crisp clanging of magical artifacts all blending into a great din.
He emerged from the stream of cultivators and followed the address Qin Yu had given him to an inn in the city. Guided courteously by the attendant, he entered a guest room.
The guest room was simply furnished, and the Jade Couch in the center of the hall glimmered with a warm luster.
He sat down cross-legged, removed the Communication Formation Disk from his waist, and sent out a message.
"Senior, I've arrived in Lingtai Immortal City..."
"Where are you, boy? I'll come find you right away..."
Su Fan gave him the name of the inn, then sat quietly on the Jade Couch with his eyes closed, patiently waiting in the guest room.
Before even half a tea's time had passed, a vast spiritual pressure surged from afar like a tide, carrying the unique might of an Integration Stage cultivator.
Su Fan's lashes twitched. He abruptly rose and pushed open the wooden door of the guest room.
Standing outside was none other than the Integration Stage old monster who had once traded with him. Beneath his gray robes, his body trembled faintly with excitement.
"This junior pays his respects to the Divine Venerable..."
Su Fan cupped his fists in greeting. The old monster laughed heartily,