Moreover, the 'Soul-Searching Technique' he sought was not something of immeasurable value; for Fake Pill cultivators, it was not particularly attractive, let alone for Golden Core cultivators.
"I wonder when the next underground auction will be?" Xu Ping asked again.
"The last one was a year ago, so it should be about a year from now," Gong Yang said with a smile, stroking his beard. "But the exact time is still unknown; they usually notify us three months in advance."
"Then, Fellow Daoist Gong, please notify me before the next underground auction begins," Xu Ping cupped his hands.
"It's a small favor." Gong Yang smiled.
The two chatted for a while, and it wasn't until dusk began to fall that Xu Ping left.
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Night descended, like heavy silk covering the earth.
Thousand Leaves Mountain.
Xu Ping sat in the courtyard, his mind pondering the plan ahead.
