At high noon, outside Luoyun Market.
In a lush green valley, four cultivators gathered, among them three men and one woman.
Aside from the organizer, Li Yuancheng, there were two other male cultivators, and the only female cultivator was radiant with beauty, dressed in blue palace attire with towering hair buns, akin to that of a noblewoman. She was Li Yuancheng's companion, Song Yurong.
"Daoist Li, why hasn't this kid shown up yet? If he doesn't come soon, let's not wait for him. That way, there'll be one less person to share the fruits with."
A man, visibly displeased, spoke to Li Yuancheng, seemingly confident about the journey to obtain the fruits.
"Daoist Lu, please be patient. There is still a quarter of an hour left until the appointed time, and this trip to get the fruit is not guaranteed to succeed. One more person means one more layer of security."
