"A market a few miles southwest of Black Snake City? Alright, I understand."
Upon hearing Murong Fan's words, Qi Chuan nodded slightly.
After conveying this message to Qi Chuan, Murong Fan did not linger any longer. He clasped his fists in farewell once again and turned to leave.
Watching Murong Fan's figure disappear into the distance, Qi Chuan also turned his gaze towards the southwest direction.
In that distant direction, there seemed to be a stretch of low hills with dense forests growing upon them.
It appeared to be quite desolate.
However, markets in the Cultivation Realm are generally not built where mortals gather, so this is normal.
"Since there's a market there, I might as well go and deal with this half-destroyed Top Grade Magical Artifact of mine."
Qi Chuan pondered, his heart speaking to itself.
