Jiang Ding put aside the official duties of Tushan Immortal City.
Doing business in the cultivation world was naturally not so easy, with bandit cultivators and bandits everywhere.
But for now, it was still fine, as many Golden Pill Monks were willing to give face to Immortal Tushan.
Even those who weren't willing would be persuaded by the Tushan maiden group, along with a multitude of Golden Pill Monks bound by considerable benefits and a touch of sentiment, to understand whether they should give face or not.
Having done all this,
Jiang Ding looked towards the starry sea within his Divine Soul that represented the Northern Plains maidens.
It had doubled again.
"Hiss... They are so good at expanding."
Jiang Ding was somewhat speechless, "I dare to bet that they definitely recruited a large number of ready-made Qi Practitioners and Foundation-building cultivators, even Golden Pill Monks. This seems to be playing at the edge with me."
