The Central Region, on the outskirts of the Xiaoxiang Great Marsh.
Taiping Village Market Ward.
It was said to be the Market Ward closest to the Jun Mountain Daoist Order along the outer shores of the great marsh.
In truth, it was no different from the other market wards along the marsh here.
It was just that many Jun Mountain disciples did indeed prefer to pass through here when leaving their sect.
And so, riding that momentum, Taiping Village Market Ward had indeed become the liveliest market ward along the marsh.
Whenever the small sects and cultivation families around it that depended on Jun Mountain wanted to buy Spiritual Resources or sell treasures, this was the first place they thought of.
Beyond the market ward lay a bamboo grove.
The grove was deep and secluded, rarely visited.
A man sat cross-legged in its depths, resting with his eyes closed.
He wore an extremely plain martial robe. His features were unremarkable, his age impossible to discern, and his face held little expression.
He sat there cross-legged like a block of wood.
Calling him a block of wood was no exaggeration at all.
For not the slightest trace of Spiritual Power could be detected anywhere in his body.
His left hand was loosely cupped, and he seemed to be holding something pale purple between his fingers.
The sun sank westward little by little.
Only after an unknown stretch of time was there movement in the distance.
A figure was silently making his way toward him.
The newcomer was also dressed to conceal himself, in a loose robe with broad sleeves. His face was shrouded in shadow, his features indistinct.
Only then did the man in the martial robe open his eyes.
He glanced at the newcomer, his gaze indifferent.
The newcomer, however,