"But there's something I need to remind you of."
Qin Xijun said, "Spirit Stream Market is nothing like Spirit Source Marsh Night Market. All sorts gather there, fish and dragons mingling together. It's far more chaotic than the Night Market."
"If you go, you'll have to be careful."
Song Yan nodded.
The two chatted for a while, bringing up the trip to Beiya Mountain.
Qin Xijun clicked her tongue in wonder. When Cong Yuzhen came up in particular, she was even more impressed.
"The blue extracted from indigo truly surpasses the indigo itself..."
Only after asking further did he learn that Granny Qin and Cong Yuzhen's master were actually old friends.
The workings of fate were truly marvelous.
Before long, he rose to take his leave.
He browsed Lingyuan Marsh Market for half a day.
After buying pills needed for his daily spiritual power cultivation, along with some other cultivation resources, he returned to Greenleaf Peak and continued his days of arduous cultivation.
His spiritual power grew purer bit by bit, his cultivation accumulating by tiny increments.
Such tranquil cultivation, without the slightest ripple, was the norm on the path of cultivation.
Clouds drifted past his eyes.
In a flash, a month had passed.
Outside Spirit Stream Market, some thirty or forty li from the Dongyuan Sect.
A cultivator with a stiff face casually dispersed his Wind-Riding Technique and approached at a leisurely pace.
Dressed in cloth robes, he looked like a rogue cultivator, with spiritual power at roughly the Qi Refining sixth layer.
It was none other than Song Yan.
Today was the day of the auction at Spirit Stream Market that Granny Qin had mentioned.
He had made thorough preparations before coming.
To avoid being targeted, he had changed his appearance.
He had actually agonized over whether to