Five days later, according to plan, everyone finally arrived at a remote town called Yunlan Town.
There was a supply station of the Taiqing Sect here, which was where everyone would rest this time around.
"Greetings, senior brothers!"
Guarding this place were three outer court disciples at only the Qi Condensation stage five or six. They looked quite aged, with one even having hair as white as snow.
Normally, they had no chance to mingle with the sect's core disciples. Now seeing this group of young people, each exuding a calm and restrained aura, they were overwhelmed with excitement and respect, hastily preparing rooms and meals.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Yan Xiaohu appeared stern, casually tossing five or six spirit stones over. The three quickly caught them, their eyes brimming with gratitude.
Zhou Qing glanced at their timid expressions and sighed softly. But Third Brother, normally so stingy, was being unexpectedly generous today?
