Wanhua Island.
Fang Xi donned the guise of 'Qing Hezi' once again and, following the route of that day, arrived before the ancient teleportation array.
The cultivator guarding the array was still that fierce Nascent Soul practitioner.
"Qing Hezi, sir..."
Upon seeing Fang Xi, a smile squeezed its way onto the cultivator's face, "You wish to return to the Western Desert?"
"I would ask for your assistance, sir."
Fang Xi smiled faintly and tossed over a storage bag along with the proper credentials.
The fierce cultivator accepted the storage bag, examined it briefly, and nodded in satisfaction.
The 'spiritual object' provided by 'Qing Hezi' was twenty to thirty percent more than the required amount, clearly a bribe for him.
In truth, cultivators stationed at the ancient teleportation array enjoyed the convenience of communicating between worlds and were indeed rich as could be.
But the wealthier they were, the more they adhered to 'rules'.
