Song Wen walked along the streets of Taitan City, rubbing a communication jade slip in his hand.
It was Qiao Mengyu's communication jade slip.
In fact, he had not only Qiao Mengyu's, but Che Jing's and Liu Shanshan's as well. He had deliberately asked for them while sharing the flying ship with the three women.
Having only just arrived in Southern Nether Province, Song Wen had no channels through which to obtain important intelligence or rare spiritual materials. Though the three women, as disciples of major sects, did not seem particularly powerful, they could sometimes easily obtain information beyond an outsider's reach.
Song Wen had intended to befriend the three women from the outset, so naturally, he would not neglect to ask for their communication jade slips.
After a moment's thought, Song Wen put the jade slip away.
Contacting any of the three women now would seem a little too hasty.
Perhaps they were still enduring Bai Wei's punishment at this very moment.
Song Wen soared into the air, flew out of the city, and headed east.
After traveling several million li at speed, Song Wen arrived among a stretch of hills.
According to the map he had purchased, this place had abundant spiritual energy but was unoccupied by cultivators, making it an excellent location for establishing a cultivation abode.
Yet only after carefully surveying it from above did Song Wen understand why no one had claimed it.
The hills stretched roughly a thousand li across, yet not a trace of green could be seen. Everywhere he looked was deathly still.
For some unknown reason, a nauseating stench of decay constantly seeped out from between the hills.
The foul air clearly contained toxins. Low-level cultivators could not withstand it, while high-level cultivators disdained to lower themselves by living here.
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