Qin Ming received the news and could not help but furrow his brow.
He then fell into deep thought.
I didn't expect it to happen so soon.
Mid-June.
Above the Cloud Wasteland Marsh, dark clouds began to gather, as though brewing a violent storm.
Qingyang Market, Juxuan Pavilion.
Qin Ming sat by the window, gazing outside in thought.
"Hey! Have you heard?"
"All the major factions have searched everywhere, yet they still can't find the last Dragon Token."
"I heard from the elders that it's the most crucial one."
"That's truly strange. Could someone have secretly hidden that token away?"
"Exactly. Who knows which bastard it was, making us waste away here like this."
"Then what do we do?"
"We can't just keep wasting time like this!"
"There's no helping it. They say forceful methods simply can't break open that ancient ruin."
At the tables of Juxuan Pavilion, cultivators of every sort continued discussing the current situation.
"Waiter, the bill." After sitting for a while, Qin Ming prepared to leave.
Manager Liao immediately came over with a smile. "Fellow Daoist Qin, won't you stay a little longer?"
"The weather is about to change. There are still matters to handle in the Spirit Fields." Qin Ming rose and prepared to take out Spirit Stones to pay.
Manager Liao hurriedly stopped him. "Fellow Daoist Qin, you're being far too formal. You are now a Distinguished Guest of our pavilion. This little meal is on me."
With that, Manager Liao warmly saw Qin Ming out of the establishment.
Within the Tier 2 Spirit Fields outside Qingyang Market.
A fierce wind suddenly sprang up in the sky, accompanied by torrential rain that blew the Spirit Plant crops flat in every direction.
Within the Spirit Fields, the Spirit Planters were thrown into a