A year later.
Chang'an Market.
In a cluster of quaint buildings relatively low-lying on a first-grade spirit vein, there was a recently opened shop that had suddenly risen to fame. It had become very popular among lower-level cultivators.
This shop was designed like a residence, with a simple and antique appearance built on a bluestone foundation. Intricate carvings adorned its walls, and a cloisonné signboard hung above the door, inscribed with the words "Refinery Pavilion".
At this moment, the main gate of the residence was tightly closed, and a few ancient trees were tied outside the courtyard wall. The bluestone path leading into the courtyard was, however, filled with a long line of people waiting.
Several streams of spiritual light flew into the market and headed straight for this shop called "Refinery". Leading them was an excited and agitated cultivator with a long beard.
