Golden Ling Mountains, ancestral grounds of the Golden Ling Tribe.
Jin Hao and Zi Huan sat within a Cyan Stone Pavilion, discussing something.
"According to reports from the spies we planted within the Human Race, Hengshan Sect is paying heavily to acquire resources that heal soul injuries, especially immortal herbs and immortal fruits."
Zi Huan said with a frown.
"Do you know why?"
Jin Hao asked.
Hengshan Sect was spending heavily to acquire resources for healing soul injuries. They were surely planning something major.
"I don't know. Our people killed several True Immortals from Hengshan Sect and searched the souls of their nascent souls, but failed to obtain any valuable intelligence."
Zi Huan answered truthfully.
"Hengshan Sect must be making a major move. Send more manpower and make sure to uncover the reason. Also, have people purchase resources that heal souls at high prices. Do not do so in our name—we cannot let Hengshan Sect have its way."
Jin Hao instructed.
"Yes, Clan Leader."
Zi Huan readily agreed.
Time flew by, and five thousand years passed.
The Golden Maple Mountain Range stretched for hundreds of millions of li and was home to vast numbers of Golden Maple Trees, hence its name.
At the northwestern corner of the mountain range stood a steep Heaven-Propping Giant Peak. At its foot stood a hundred-zhang tall Golden Stele, inscribed with the four large characters: "Golden Maple Market."
Numerous buildings could be seen on the mountain, with countless cultivators moving about.
Within a secluded Blue-tiled Courtyard, Shen Long, Chu Buyu, and a broad-built black-shirted youth sat in a Cyan Stone Pavilion, drinking tea and chatting.
The black-shirted youth had several black patterns across his body and possessed the cultivation of True Immortal Great Perfection.
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