Another day passed, and many cultivators had already left the Taichang Market.
Those remaining were Qi Cultivation Loose Cultivators, who were preparing for the Taiyi Sect's Immortal Ascension Conference.
They were engaged in lively discussions, and although they kept their voices low, Ye Jingcheng could still hear some of it.
They were full of longing for the Devotion Dao and the Golden Dragon Auspicious Mountain Gate.
At the same time, each harbored passionate ambitions for the future.
Perhaps it was this passion that had kept them in Taichang Market for decades, repeatedly attempting to join the disciples of the Taiyi Sect.
Ye Jingcheng gazed at the bustling crowd in the distance and couldn't help but think of Meng Xuan, with whom he and Ye Haiyi had once interacted.
He didn't know if the grandson of the latter had succeeded in ascending.
And if not, he probably had already left Taichang Market.
After all, he likely was nearing sixty after so many unsuccessful years.
