Qin Ming received the news and couldn't help but furrow his brows.
Then the whole person fell into deep contemplation.
"I didn't expect it to be so soon."
...
Mid-June.
The sky over the Yunhuang Marsh, dark clouds began to gather, seemingly brewing a storm.
Qingyang Market, Juxuan Pavilion.
Qin Ming sat by the window, looking outside, lost in thought.
"Hey! Have you heard?"
"All the powerful factions have searched everywhere but still can't find the last dragon-shaped token."
"The elders say it's the most crucial one."
"It's really strange, could the token have been secretly hidden by someone?"
"Yeah, who knows which bastard did it, causing us to be stuck here."
"What can we do?"
"We can't just sit around forever!"
"There's no way, they say no force can break into that ancient ruin."
At the Juxuan Pavilion's wine table, a variety of cultivators were discussing the current situation.
"Waiter, the bill." Qin Ming sat for a while, planning to leave.
