A year passed. Heavenly Moon Marketplace.
Green Rose Garden. Liu Yuqian, Liu Yang, and Xu Shixian sat in a Cyan Stone Pavilion, chatting.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, I've already asked Grand-uncle Sixin for you. He's helping to make arrangements, so just wait for news."
Liu Yuqian said.
"Then many thanks, Fairy Liu."
Xu Shixian thanked her repeatedly.
"It was merely a lift of the hand. Fellow Daoist Xu, there's no need to be so polite. If your Xu Clan produces a Golden Immortal, that would be wonderful. We could help you fight for even more benefits."
Liu Yuqian said with a smile.
"I hope so too. Just dealing with the Minor Heavenly Tribulation that comes once every three hundred thousand years is already quite troublesome. If our Xu Clan produces a Golden Immortal, we certainly won't forget Fairy Liu and Fellow Daoist Liu. Once we officially take over the Ning Family's territory, we'll hold a banquet. We hope you two will definitely attend."
Xu Shixian spoke warmly.
Liu Yuqian and Liu Yang nodded. Liu Yang took out a Dharma Disk flickering with spiritual light and injected a spell into it, his brows knitting together.
"I still have some matters to deal with, so I won't disturb you any longer. Farewell."
Xu Shixian was tactful enough to rise and take his leave.
With a casual stroke through the air, Liu Yuqian conjured a dense Golden Light Screen that enveloped herself and Liu Yang.
"What happened?"
Liu Yuqian asked.
"Shen Long and Chu Buyu have returned. They look rather pale, as though they were injured. There's still been no news from Fellow Daoist Xu and the other four. Could they have been killed by them?"
Liu Yang's face was full of confusion.
"They're only early-stage True Immortals. Fellow Daoist Xu is a late-stage