The crow flew and the hare raced:
Ever since Dream Nun reached Foundation Establishment and accepted the task of establishing a new Lower Court, the entire Market Ward had become more prosperous than ever.
That was because Dream was not the only one going to establish a Lower Court; other Foundation Establishment cultivators were going too.
These Foundation Establishment cultivators had previously worked elsewhere and rarely returned to the Lower Court.
Even when they occasionally returned, they kept a low profile. Apart from particularly close Dao companions and friends, outsiders knew nothing about it.
Now, like Dream Nun, these Foundation Establishment cultivators had begun recruiting Lineages, unaffiliated cultivators, and even powerful Spirit Monsters, demons, and the like, gathering their forces and preparing for the long journey.
Some sold their shops, some split off from their Lineages, some purchased resources, some sold dried Spirit Monster meat, some traded spirit fruits, spirit plants, and provisions, and some took the opportunity to settle scores with their enemies.
For a time, the entire Market Ward bustled with activity day and night.
But everyone knew this was its final flourish of prosperity.
Once the parties establishing the Lower Courts departed, the vast Market Ward would inevitably languish for a long time before recovering.
That day, Qian Xiuyue descended from the sky on a fiery cloud.
Seeing Wang Quan seated upright on the [Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust], practicing his cultivation, she waited quietly nearby.
Before long, Wang Quan finished his practice. "Something you need? You could have just left me a message. Why waste your time coming here?"
Qian Xiuyue let out a long sigh. "My heart's a tangled mess. I wanted to talk to you!"
Wang Quan pointed at the [Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust] beneath him. The smoke and dust rolled