In the small courtyard, the mountains and rivers depicted by Illusion Leaves shimmered with brilliance, fluttering as though moved by wind, yet there was none. It was as if the landscapes themselves were swaying in the wind.
Each leaf was a testament to the fact that Song He's emotions were not as calm as they appeared on the surface.
"Junior Brother Song," said Wang Dawang as he sat upright, his tone serious, "how many Nascent Soul Cultivators can your connections and mine bring?"
How many?
Song He thought about this and felt that his reputation did carry some weight; he could indeed call upon a few Nascent Soul Cultivators if he put his face on the line.
Moreover, there were Nascent Soul Cultivators in Dawn City, and he could spread some hints around. Any treasures that could affect the state of mind of Nascent Soul Cultivators would surely attract some interest.
