Spirit Bamboo Island.
Su Qing set foot on the unfamiliar island.
There were quite a few Cultivators here, and it seemed a large family held sway over the island.
Half of the island was covered in bamboo groves.
He was currently sitting in a tavern, gazing at the distant bamboo forest and the ocean beyond.
His black cloak wasn't particularly conspicuous.
Many others in the tavern were dressed similarly.
There were ordinary people and Cultivators alike.
"Sir, your food is ready."
The waiter brought the dishes over and placed them on the table one by one.
"Mm," Su Qing nodded.
He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.
The bamboo here was said to be quite famous, so there were many dishes made from bamboo shoots.
Unfortunately, none of them were Spiritual Artifacts.
This tavern was just an ordinary one, too.
