Three years later, within Shadow Race territory, near a city expanded from a fortress, numerous escape lights darted back and forth, creating a bustling scene.
Among the cultivators traveling in those escape lights, all those leaving the city appeared impatient, while those returning bore traces of battle yet wore beaming smiles, as if they had encountered some great fortune.
After verifying their identities and being allowed into the city, these cultivators did not bother to tidy their appearances before unanimously flying toward the market district.
Upon arriving at the market district, they all gathered before a massive building bearing the sign of the Sunset Merchant Alliance.
Although they had rushed over immediately after entering the city, a long queue had already formed outside.
"Senior Feng, how long will we have to wait?
If we arrive too late, Senior Fan and the others will not even leave us any soup!"
Among one group of cultivators, a particularly youthful-looking Spirit Transformation youth anxiously asked the void refinement cultivator leading them.
"Haha, kid, do not be so impatient. Brother Fan and the others do not have such huge appetites. Besides, once the doors open, this little queue will clear in the time it takes to burn an incense stick!
Everyone wants to make a few more trips, so no one will be slow!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cultivators ahead began moving quickly.
Everyone brightened and hurried after them. As they stopped and started, just as the cultivator surnamed Feng had predicted, it was their turn in less than an incense stick's time.
"Profound Number Three. Get in and out quickly; do not waste time."
After giving this brief instruction, the merchant alliance steward threw out a Restriction Token, then raised a jade slip and began recording within it.
After catching