At dawn, the horizon split open with a sliver of fish-belly white. The morning sun slowly climbed above the distant horizon, and in an instant, ten thousand rays of rosy light poured down, dyeing the endless rolling mountains gold and crimson.
"Wen Yue Market Town" was nestled in a narrow gorge. The area was remote and barren, surrounded on all sides by wastelands and wild mountains, with few people ever setting foot there.
There was not even a decent cultivation sect anywhere around the market town. The cultivator responsible for guarding the place was only at the Golden Core Realm, which counted as the bottom rung in the cultivation world.
Yet for precisely that reason, "Wen Yue Market Town" was also the only place for cultivators to trade within a radius of ten thousand li.
The surrounding Rogue Cultivators and small Lineages had no other choice but to gather here. Instead, they added a measure of bustle and prosperity to this remote market town, and low-level cultivators came and went in an endless stream.
The moment Su Fan stepped into the market town, its tranquil atmosphere was shattered, and a small commotion quietly erupted.
In such a desolate place, Nascent Soul Realm cultivators were legendary figures, and they were rarely even glimpsed under ordinary circumstances.
Now, a Nascent Soul True Lord had actually arrived in person. The news spread as though it had grown wings.
The cultivators in the market town gathered around one after another, their eyes filled with curiosity and awe. Their densely packed gazes nearly wrapped Su Fan up.
Feeling the scorching gazes from all around him, Su Fan's brows immediately drew together slightly. He secretly thought that he had been far too conspicuous.
Just then, a figure hurried over from the opposite street. It was an