Ren Ye brought Ai Fei, Old Liu, Xu Bangzi, Daoist Chu, and Yin Tiger back to Gutan City in the Migration Land.
The fifteen days had passed, and the Migration Land had officially closed. All outside Supernatural Ability Users had been forcibly removed from this shattered ruin of a civilization. Only Huangling City and Gutan City remained in a special wartime state. Supernatural Ability Users carrying tokens from the Guides of those two cities could still enter or stay long-term, but... once they arrived, they could go nowhere else, much less teleport.
Just days ago, the Migration Land had welcomed countless races in a spectacle of unprecedented prosperity. Now it looked desolate and lonely, as though all this stillness was laying the groundwork for the two emperors' decisive battle at the Heavenly Capital two years later, when the curtain would rise on a great age once more...
Wind filled the tower before the mountain storm; black clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to crush it.
After entering Gutan City together, the six first visited the Myriad Phenomena Sect. They greeted Wang Changfeng, Zhang Linghuo, and their other acquaintances, said their temporary farewells, and agreed to campaign through the Migration Land together once it reopened.
While Ren Ye discussed business with Wang Changfeng, Daoist Chu took the time it took to have a piss to sell Zhang Linghuo and several Taoist priests another batch of magic treasures of indeterminate value. Only after reaping a hefty harvest did he leave with everyone else.
Once they were gone, Zhang Linghuo said, "Senior Martial Uncle, Daoist Chu's a decent fellow. I can use all these magic treasures."
Wang Changfeng gave him a somewhat distraught look and sighed deeply. "How many times have I told you not to play with them...? You, honestly. Even