"Nine years..."
Wang Ba looked at himself in the water mirror. His appearance seemed unchanged from nine years ago, but a little more composure had quietly settled between his brows.
He could not help feeling wistful.
After escaping the Heavenly Gate Sect and traveling from place to place, he and Bu Chan had arrived at White Cloud Flat.
It lay at the junction of the Yan Kingdom's three great sects, and was also in the kingdom's Southeast.
Not only was it close to the Three Great Sects, it was also not far from the Great Chu Dynasty to the south of the Yan Kingdom.
Its unusual location meant treasures from various sects and Great Chu also found their way here.
But for rogue cultivators, surrounded by watchful sects, this had originally been a less than welcoming place.
However, the Myriad Gods Kingdom's Incense Dao had previously conquered the Wei Kingdom, finally prompting the factions within Great Chu to unite against an outside enemy. As a vassal of Great Chu, the Yan Kingdom naturally could not escape involvement. Its four renowned great sects had all been conscripted, and large numbers of sect disciples had been forced to the Wei Kingdom Frontline to fight Incense Dao cultivators.
The Yan Kingdom's rogue cultivators had gained a little breathing room and swiftly gathered at White Cloud Flat, growing in strength.
Of course, quite a few rogue cultivators had also spotted an opportunity and headed to the Wei Kingdom Frontline to kill enemies and earn merit, hoping to receive treasures bestowed by the Great Chu Dynasty.
Against this backdrop, after careful consideration, Wang Ba had ultimately chosen this place as a temporary foothold.
The reason was simple: he still had not forgotten the agreement concerning a "third-tier spirit beast" that Tang Ji had mentioned back