As stars shifted and moons changed.
Bifang emerged from Kunpeng Sea.
He accepted a fellow cultivator's invitation and headed to a banquet hall hosting geniuses and powerful figures.
White birds flitted nimbly through the blue sky beyond the hall. Mountains nearby were wreathed in mist and clouds, making the scene all the more fresh and ethereal.
Clusters of palaces and towers stood amid famous mountains and great rivers.
Teams of lovely, exceptionally beautiful immortal attendants guided the arriving guests.
Bifang turned his gaze aside. "Fellow Daoist Chen, is the banquet auction you mentioned here?"
Chen Zhang coughed lightly. "Fellow Daoist, you know that auctions of this scale generally aren't open to most cultivators. Since everyone is already here, quite a few fellow cultivators gather for a banquet as well. Don't worry. The auction begins after the banquet."
Bifang had come for an item at the auction.
Chen Zhang knew that.
Otherwise, he would not have introduced Bifang to this place.
Chen Zhang might have had his shortcomings, but Bifang had a certain degree of trust in his character. The path Chen Zhang cultivated was rather special: with the heart of a newborn child, he cultivated a vast and righteous Dao.
He was an orthodox Confucian Dao cultivator.
Besides, entering the mortal world was not as simple as merely entering it.
The mortal world stretched a hundred zhang in soft gauze-like haze; every zhang had its own height.
If one wished to enter the world and cultivate, certain karmic ties would inevitably settle upon oneself. Bifang did not find that surprising.
The two arrived at a seating area.
Compared with the banquet he had attended before, this one was also grand in scale.
At the very least, Bifang spotted quite a few familiar faces.
As someone on the Hidden Dragon Ranking,