A hint of joy appeared on Yu Yalan's face as she reached out and caught the ball of light. It was another piece of second-rank Spirit Gold: Silent Cloud Sand, an important material for Refining second-rank Daoist Soldier Puppets.
Ling Changqing offered a few words of praise—after all, flattery costs nothing. Yu Qingyang remained silent, his face a stony mask, his gaze fixed intently on the fishing rod.
Streaks of light crisscrossed the distant sky as another group of Cultivators rushed over on their Flying Swords, followed by a second group, then a third…
In total, five groups of Cultivators arrived, their numbers ranging from several dozen to over a hundred. They were from the Liuying Family, the Mu Family, the Feng Family, the Tang Family, and the Yu Family.
The Liuying Family's group was led by none other than the two women, Liuying Bingchan and Liu Ying Meng Luan. As for Liuying Jing, whom Ling Changqing had met once before, she was nowhere to be seen.
