In a picturesque valley of green mountains and clear waters outside Woundless City, where streams murmured softly, Foundation Establishment female cultivators in white gowns would occasionally take all manner of spiritual delicacies from their storage bags and arrange them atop the stone tables in the valley. Then they would drift away gracefully. These Foundation Establishment female cultivators were all as beautiful as flowers, blessed with natural beauty. Moreover, cultivators of the Crimson Abyss Continent lived more intermingled with ordinary mortals, and had picked up more mortal habits. From time to time, a few Golden Core cultivators whose mortal hearts had yet to fade would tease the Foundation Establishment female cultivators with a few flirtatious words.
Most of the Foundation Establishment female cultivators in white gowns wore bashful expressions. They knew perfectly well why the master here had assigned them to this place. In truth, most of them had fought for the chance to come here of their own accord, because those who came and went here were all Golden Core cultivators. They exchanged spiritual items with one another or openly auctioned off spiritual items of considerable value. Whether in the surrounding stone pavilions or amid the bamboo groves, this small patch of land spanning no more than ten miles could be toured by Foundation Establishment cultivators in moments, yet it had already gathered no fewer than three hundred Golden Core cultivators.
At this moment, a black-robed cultivator with his hair tied up and a sable-fur cap on his head walked over with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed like a nomad from the bitterly cold lands of the far north. Among these Golden Core cultivators, his face was unusually youthful. Though he could not be called handsome, he was still refined and pleasing to the eye. Most notably, his