"Cultivation rooms, and a Spirit Vein too?"
Wang Ba immediately grew a little curious at her words.
Seeing this, the old woman hurriedly led Wang Ba toward the other side of the Market.
"Come with me and you'll see, fellow Daoist!"
Curious, Wang Ba went along with her after a little halfhearted resistance.
He only had one Spirit Stone left on him anyway, so he wasn't afraid of being swindled.
Yet before they had walked very far, Wang Ba discovered to his astonishment that she had brought him to what had once been South Lake Village.
On the night the Eastern Saint Sect had been destroyed, South Lake Village had been the closest to the Sect's boundary, and thus among the first places destroyed by the Heavenly Gate Sect's cultivators.
Looking at it now, he would barely have recognized it if he hadn't been so familiar with its layout.
All the low houses had been cleared away, replaced by a tall stone mountain that rose abruptly from the ground.
Rooms had been carved into the mountain, their densely packed doors and windows making Wang Ba think of pigeon cages.
Not far outside the stone mountain stood rows of cramped wooden towers, packed tightly together.
Within the wooden towers, he could just make out a handful of places to draw water.
He could also hear the twittering voices of women coming from inside.
Not far from these wooden towers stood individual courtyards, relatively spacious, brand-new, and splendid.
The old woman led Wang Ba straight toward the wooden tower in the middle.
With hardly any Spirit Stones on him, Wang Ba hurriedly stopped her. "Fellow Daoist..."
"You can call me Long'er or Fellow Daoist Long..."
The old woman smiled.
The corner of Wang Ba's mouth twitched despite himself, and he hurriedly raised