Mystic Micro Heaven Capital, beneath the Mystic Heavenly Passage Tower.
All Directions here remained as bustling as ever, untouched and unaffected by any chaos of war.
Outside a rather ordinary pavilion, a Refining Void Stage shopkeeper was crafting restraints. He was taciturn; even the cultivators inside the pavilion rarely saw him speak.
Tap...
Footsteps drew nearer. A man with somewhat unusual bones approached and said calmly, "Shopkeeper, do you sell longevity pills here?"
A powerhouse!
The shopkeeper's gaze sharpened, and vigilance instantly rose in his heart. The work in his hands gradually came to a halt. With a stern expression, he did not raise his head. "Friend, this place only sells certain magical artifacts. We do not sell pills."
"Especially longevity pills. Friend, I fear you have come to the wrong place."
"Yet judging by your aura, your vital blood is far more vigorous than that of a Refining Void Stage cultivator. You are clearly someone who has taken longevity pills."
"...Who are you?!"
A cold glint rippled through the shopkeeper's eyes as he abruptly looked up, only to see an utterly unfamiliar face. "Friend, this is the Heavenly Capital. Do not entertain any improper thoughts."
"That person said he would give you juniors an answer."
The man with unusual bones smiled faintly. "Now that the chaos of this great era has begun to show itself, this is no longer a safe place. I am Yuan Ming. Greetings, Brother Dai."
Bang—
The shopkeeper's pupils suddenly contracted, and fragments of the restraint slipped from his palm... His entire body trembled slightly. Those two seniors... Even though I am merely an unknown nobody, they still remembered me after all this time...
Could the person with the same name now wanted by the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance truly be them?!
Bloodshot veins burst