Old Friends, the Weight of Fellow Daoist Li

Outside Baowu Market District.

Various large warships were docked there, while densely packed foreign cultivators rested and regrouped at their respective encampments outside.

Long queues had formed at the market entrance as well, presenting a bustling scene of carriages and streams of people.

The arrival of the Human Race delegation's massive fleet drew countless curious glances from the nearby cultivators.

Qin Ming followed Elder Lin and the others straight into the market district.

The Yellow Springs Devouring Abyss had endured a great war between several races, and Baowu Market District had likewise been caught up in it, nearly reduced to ruin amid the flames of war.

Yet after the war ended and a period of restoration passed, the market district's scale had expanded several times over its original size.

After Qin Ming entered the market district.

His divine sense suddenly stirred, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

Upon returning to the Yellow Springs Devouring Abyss this time, he had unexpectedly run into several old acquaintances again—the cheap neighbors from when he had rented a cave abode on Obsidian Peak in Thousand Machine City.

Yao Chenzi, Shi Susu, and the others.

These Nascent Soul cultivators seemed to have survived the war by sheer luck, and their cultivation had even improved somewhat. It was clear that they had made a small fortune during the war and obtained cultivation resources.

Baowu Market District lay within Human Race territory and had originally been an asset of the Yellow Springs Sect. Unfortunately, the Yellow Springs Sect had been destroyed by the high-ranking ghost creatures pouring out of the Netherworld Underworld.

Thus, the market district was now jointly managed by several nearby factions.

At this moment, Yao Chenzi and the others stood before the Hall of Affairs, each wearing an utterly helpless expression.