In a secluded corner inside the Black Market.
A figure clad in a black cloak slowly appeared. Beneath the cloak was a youthful face—it was Shang Fang, a Foundation Establishment cultivator from Spirit Beast Mountain.
"To think he hid himself here!" An icy malice surfaced in Shang Fang's eyes. Whenever he thought of his spirit beast being taken from him, a hatred etched into his very bones welled up inside him.
News that two Foundation Establishment elders of the Six Sects had been killed in the Ancient Demon Abyss had already spread throughout Fufeng Commandery.
The Spirit Sword Sect and Ascension Gate had long since dispatched elders at Foundation Establishment perfection to track down the rogue cultivator. Who would have thought he had slipped into the Fire Prosperity Kingdom without a sound?
"His divine sense is certainly sharp!" A trace of lingering fear appeared on Shang Fang's face. He had nearly been discovered just now. Fortunately, the cultivator had hesitated, giving him a chance to escape.
He had only seen through the cultivator's disguise thanks to his bonded spirit beast, the Spirit-Communicating Gu Silkworm. Once this silkworm memorized a cultivator's aura, no spirit artifact could conceal it.
"I must pass word of him to those two sects!" Two cold gleams shot from Shang Fang's eyes as he quietly took out a Message Jade Slip and sent two streams of magic power into it.
Inside the Formation Pavilion, Xu Yan shook his head as he surveyed the densely packed formation disks.
"Shopkeeper Qin, your Formation Pavilion certainly has plenty of formations, but they're all first- and second-tier. I'm looking for a third-tier formation. Unfortunately, your establishment doesn't seem to have any."
Beside Xu Yan stood a plump, middle-aged man in a brocade robe. The mustache slanting down on either side