For Zhuo Tianxiang to be able to call out that elder’s name, the two were clearly familiar with each other. But that tone of his was not the one used when greeting an old friend.

“Hehe, what could I possibly be intending? As the shopkeeper of the Eastern Xuan Region, I work myself to death every day. I simply finally had some time to go out for a stroll and relax, when I suddenly noticed that this place was very lively, so I came to take a look!” Yue Qingshan laughed, still as magnanimous as ever, as if he would never get angry in his life.

Within the Huayun Sect, there were many different posts. But because they were so devout to their Wealth God, even their appellations were business titles. It wasn’t quite the same style as the rest of the cultivation world.

Pill Valley’s people would often curse the Huayun Sect for being nothing more than a group of loathsome peddlers, beggars who only cared about profit.

But the Huayun sect never cursed back at Pill Valley, nor would they do anything aggressive. That kind of self-restraint was admirable.

Despite both parties controlling the lifeblood of the cultivation world, the...