Before the gates of the Celestial Gate Mountain Marketplace, a massive camel-ray swooped down, coming to a steady stop at the entrance.
From his perch on the camel-ray's head, Fang Qingyuan spoke to the people on its back.
"Fellow Daoists, we've arrived at the Celestial Gate Mountain Marketplace. Let's part ways here. I hope we meet again."
Fang Qingyuan hadn't dared to return directly to the Turtle Breeding Pool, so he had come to Celestial Gate Mountain instead. This was his sect's territory; he wouldn't be afraid even if ten men like Duoluo Cheng came for him.
Hearing Fang Qingyuan, the three Late-stage Qi Refining Cultivators came forward to thank him. They all said they owed him a favor and told him to seek them out if he ever needed anything in the future.
'Words are cheap,' Fang Qingyuan thought. 'If they were truly grateful, giving me a few Spirit Stones right now would mean more than anything.'
