Of course, the Talismans they took from Fulu Forest were only a small fraction of the total. It was unknown if any other Cultivators would be lucky enough to stumble in later.
In a flash of light and shadow, Ling Changqing found himself standing by a large, azure lake. A Coral Crystal fence was close at hand, and beneath his feet was a jade floor of bluish-gold.
"…Fellow Daoist?"
A slightly hesitant voice sounded by his ear.
Ling Changqing looked back and saw a group of Cultivators in white not far away. There were men and women, old and young, with several barbecue grills gleaming with Spiritual Light set up before them.
Skewered Spirit Beasts and Spirit Fish were being roasted over them, sizzling and dripping with fat under the heat of Spirit Flames, their tempting aroma filling the air.
