Qingyi entered the crowded mission hall, where dozens of disciples were coming and going all the time.
He wasn't surprised by the number of people. After all, that single building served more than seventy thousand disciples.
Even if only one percent of them were seeking missions at any given time, it would still be a large number.
Ignoring the few curious glances he received and the smiles of some flirtatious female disciples, Qingyi began to examine the available missions.
There were many different types, ranging from solo missions to those requiring dozens or even hundreds of disciples.
While searching, he even found a few diplomatic missions, though these were, for the most part, reserved for high-level inner disciples.
In the end, he managed to mark more than a dozen missions that interested him, some with rewards amounting to dozens of celestial spirit crystals.
There was just one problem.
All of them, without exception, were off the planet of the Rising Aurora.
