The dim crimson glow faded. At some point, the sky had filled with starlight.
The entire Sky River Lord reflected the stars, looking instead like a Milky Way that had fallen from the heavens.
Ye Jinghu and the others could not help but take several extra looks.
Only then did Ye Jingcheng return from afar, his long shadow stretched behind him as he came back beneath the moon.
"Eleventh Brother."
"Eleventh Grand-Ancestor." Ye Jinghu, Ye Yunxi, and the others called out in succession.
Quite a few people had been waiting. Zhu Wenjing and several younger Ye Family members were among them.
"You didn't go take a look around the market?" Ye Jingcheng asked.
"No. Uncle Jinghu said that if we went, the Liu Family could easily sound us out. It would be better not to go. As for information on the other factions, Fellow Daoist Mountain Puppet has already given us a general introduction," Ye Yunxi said from the side.
Naturally, she was interested in River Lord Market. This was the foremost prefecture city in Southern Wilderness State.
It was the prefecture where Prefecture Lord Liu resided. From a higher vantage point, one could even see Prefecture Lord Liu's cultivation grounds. It was said that beside those grounds stood a Sword Stele.
So long as one gained insight beneath the Sword Stele, most sword cultivators could reap considerable rewards.
Those who could persist for over an hour might even be accepted as disciples by Prefecture Lord Liu, soaring to the heavens in a single step.
"There's no need to be so cautious. It would be good to take a look," Ye Jingcheng said.
Why did the five Nascent Soul Factions compare themselves through Golden Core cultivators? First, Nascent Soul combat power was simply too great. If actual clashes led to