Qin Ye furrowed his brows as he probed, “How should we meet up?”

There was no response.

Three seconds later, his screen was suddenly filled with a blue frame, while Master Bai’s words turned red, “We’ve activated this mode to ensure that our conversation isn’t monitored by anyone. Please forgive us for taking such liberties. I assure you that this is merely for the convenience of both parties.”

“The City of Salvation’s phantom market.”

“Let me know what time is suitable for you. The phantom market is located east of the City of Salvation, right next to Mount Monarch. Someone will reach out to you once you’re there.”

Mount Monarch?

Qin Ye recalled that it was where the cemeteries of the City of Salvation were located, and a funerary street ran around Mount Monarch. It was rather apt that the phantom market would be set up in such a location. That said…

It was located just outside the city.

It wasn’t far from the First Academy of Cultivators. The journey there would only take twenty minutes by car. However, every entrance and exit to and from the First Academy of Cultivators were equipped with state-of-the-art surveillance cameras capturing every single perspective possible and leaving no blind spots whatsoever. There were even teams of cultivators patrolling the surroundings both day and night.

“The government has taken charge of the phantom markets, and every phantom market would have their fair share of guards on patrol.”...