Immortal Alliance City.
Cheng Buzheng strolled along the bustling streets, making his way toward Immortal Mansion Spirit Mountain.
Before long.
He arrived at the vast plaza below Immortal Mansion Spirit Mountain.
Numerous cultivators turned into streaks of Spirit Light, darting back and forth between the plaza and the towering Immortal Mansion Spirit Mountain that pierced the clouds.
At the edge of the plaza sat cultivators cross-legged, though they were all Qi Refining Stage cultivators. Among them was a gentle-faced middle-aged cultivator.
At that moment, he sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, as if waiting for something. Though his expression was calm, he was inwardly anxious beyond measure.
Alas!
When would Ancestor return?
He had already waited for more than a month.
Clearly, that month and more had worn away much of his patience.
The cultivators at the plaza's edge were much the same.
They were either waiting for someone or passing along a message!
After all, Sound Transmission Talismans had a range limit.
As for high-quality Sound Transmission Talismans, they were not something juniors like them could afford.
And to the people behind them—the high-level cultivators—it was merely a matter of spending a little of some minor cultivators' time, no more than a few words!
Compared with high-quality Sound Transmission Talismans.
This was plainly far more cost-effective.
Of course, if it cost the high-level cultivators their own time, they would not care about using up a Sound Transmission Jade Talisman.
After all, the time of high-level cultivators was far more precious.
There were exceptions, naturally—some cultivators were wealthy enough to spend lavishly and did not fall into this category.
But no matter where one was, the wealthy were forever only a small minority. There were still more poor people.
Even in the Cultivation World, it was the