"So it was Fellow Daoist Mo. I never expected you'd come to Qingzhou City, too." Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised to see Mo Wentian.
"Hey, I came to Qingzhou City eight years after leaving Blue Nether City. I've been trying my luck around here ever since." Mo Wentian was all smiles.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, aren't you going to introduce this friend of yours?" asked another cultivator, short and stout, with a huge red, wine-soaked nose. He smelled of alcohol, too, and seemed to get along with Mo Wentian like a pair of peas in a pod.
There was also a middle-aged woman wearing a colorful headscarf. Her skirt was woven from several colors as well, giving her a look somewhat like the cultivators of the Southern Wastelands. But this was, after all, no Southern Wastelands.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, allow me to introduce them. This is my close friend, a fellow lover of good wine—Big-Nosed Old Meng. And this is Tao Xiaofeng, a Rogue Cultivator we met in Qingzhou City. Her strength is about on par with mine. The three of us have been going in and out of Qingzhou City together for the past few years and have had our share of gains. None of us is willing to trail behind those Golden Core Middle Stage powerhouses and take their abuse. Fellow Daoist Lu, you seem to be on your own. Why not join us? We've been coming and going from Golden Ganoderma Valley for more than ten years, so we know the place like the backs of our hands. If you've only just arrived in Qingzhou City, you'd be better off coming with us than going alone." After explaining Lu Xiaotian's situation to Old Meng and Tao Xiaofeng, Mo Wentian looked to him for an answer.
"Golden Ganoderma