Chapter 283: Conscription
After pondering for a moment, Song Yan turned toward the eastern side of Maple Leaf Lake instead of returning to his cave abode.
Amid the falling maple leaves lay a vast, open valley.
Earthen huts and wooden houses dotted the valley in irregular clusters, with no particular order to them.
A casual glance revealed cultivators sitting directly on the ground, with little stalls set up before them displaying three or five items.
This was Falling Leaves Bank, a temporary market ward jointly established by the cultivators of the Nine Veins stationed at Red Maple Plain.
The cultivators had also built these earthen huts and wooden houses themselves, using Law Techniques and talismans to put them together temporarily.
Song Yan picked a familiar little shop at random and exchanged some miscellaneous belongings for Spirit Stones.
Then he headed toward a comparatively tall pavilion.
Most of the houses and pavilions in Falling Leaves Bank were only one or two stories high.
The four- or five-story building in the middle was the only one of its kind.
He entered the pavilion. Quite a few cultivators were inside, all seated in pairs.
Some were discussing information; others were trading items.
Song Yan went straight to the third floor and found Shao Sichao in a corner.
"Brother Song."
Shao Sichao remained at Qi Refining perfection, unchanged over the past year or so.
Shao Sichao was someone Song Yan had known since the middle Qi Refining stage. In the past, looking at him had always given Song Yan a feeling of peering through mist.
Back then, he had simply attributed it to his own insufficient cultivation, but now that he had reached the Foundation Establishment realm, that feeling still had not dispersed.
Instead, it had grown increasingly distinct.
How strange.
He and Shao