Black-and-White Bounty, the Desert Sea's Tragedy (Monthly Tickets, Monthly Tickets Please)

Yellow Sand Mountain's ruins had already been rebuilt, and palace halls and towers once more appeared atop the peak.

The damaged spirit fields had also all been planted with new spirit rice again.

The newborn seedlings still looked somewhat frail, swaying constantly in the wind, but they were already rippling with a delightful green.

On the mountain, because it was now late spring, the fragrance of peach and apricot blossoms also permeated the entire peak.

At this moment, all of Yellow Sand Mountain's formations were fully activated. Clearly, the scene from a year ago still kept Heavenly Sand Sect especially vigilant.

At this moment, inside the deliberation hall, Ye Haiyan and several Ye Family clansmen were gathered here, their expressions rather ugly.

What they had not expected was that because the Ye Family and Heavenly Sand Sect had chosen a defensive policy, remaining stationed at the two main spirit peaks of Yellow Sand Mountain and Mystic Far Peak, some nearby first-rank and second-rank spirit mountains had been harassed one after another.

Not only had they lost quite a few spiritual objects and valuables, many people had already begun to doubt whether the Ye Family's temporary market could be held as normal.

After all, if they could not even deal with one evil cultivator sect, then once the temporary market opened, if more cultivators came to stir up trouble, people would also doubt whether the Ye Family and Heavenly Sand Sect had the ability to hold the field.

No one would be willing to trade in a market that might be robbed at any time.

After all, the temporary market could not possibly summon all the prefecture lords of the Righteous Path Sect over, so naturally, absolute safety could not be guaranteed.

"Uncle-Grandfather Haiyan, we have no circulation with the Desert