Immortal Tomb Emerges in the Wasteland

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at a secret chamber on the second floor of the shop.

Chen Xun still had some impression of Ru Tang. She seemed to be the registered disciple of that Sacred Land elder whose robes had been slashed to shreds.

Back then, Ru Tang had only been at the early Dao Integration Realm. Now, upon meeting again, she was already at the Dao Integration Middle Stage. It seemed she had received quite a few of that elder's cultivation resources and risen smoothly all the way.

At this thought, a smile curled across Chen Xun's lips as he softly asked, "May I ask what brings you here today, Fellow Daoist?"

Ru Tang glanced at those sixteen abdominal muscles, a strange gleam flashing in her eyes. Smiling, she said, "I heard that Fellow Daoist Zhou Xing of the Sacred Land holds Fellow Daoist Dongfang's artifact-refining skills in the highest regard. I happened to be passing through this place today, so I came to make your acquaintance. There is no other intention."

After speaking, she studied Chen Xun carefully for several moments, her brows drawing together slightly before she turned to inspect the artifact shop.

It had returned to simplicity, filled with the smoke and fire of the mortal world. It did not possess the imposing grandeur of other Artifact Refining Pavilions.

The more it was like this, the less Ru Tang dared to underestimate it. Having traveled the Desolate Heaven Domain for many years, she had seen no shortage of powerful figures, and she remembered every unusual habit in her heart.

For instance, this man had likely stepped from the mortal world into the vast Cultivation World and secluded himself here to comprehend the Dao.

Though she could not see what realm Fellow Daoist Dongfang