In the sky, an ordinary Daoist Sect-style floating raft slowly descended outside Zhongqing City. Within the light and shadow, two female cultivators appeared, looking at the tall city walls of Zhongqing City with solemn expressions.
"Every time we come here, it's like we're sneaking around like thieves. What used to be an open and honest trade is now fraught with difficulty, secretive and furtive. Who knows when this will end?"
Lan Ting furrowed her delicate brows, her voice tinged with dissatisfaction.
The woman traveling with her spoke calmly, "You'll get used to it. As long as we can get our hands on the crude Geng Ore, a little bit of hardship doesn't matter. The masters back home are in urgent need of this batch of Geng Ore. Without it, many artifact productions cannot proceed. Everyone is waiting for the materials, like waiting for rice to cook..."
