「A day passed.」
"We're here, you two," Shen Yuan said.
After some initial conversation, the three of them had fallen silent, each conserving their strength.
All three emerged.
They were out at sea, surrounded by numerous cheap, floating platforms.
Many Cultivators were engaged in makeshift trade, while others sat cross-legged, restoring their Magical Power.
The area was crowded.
There were even members of the Demon Race.
"Come on, let's go gather some information." Shen Yuan had also spotted the Secret Realm, but instead of heading inside, he decided to make some inquiries.
He casually approached a Cultivator who was running a stall.
"Fellow Daoist, I'd like a bottle of Healing Pills."
"What's the situation with the Secret Realm?" Shen Yuan asked directly as he handed over the Spirit Stones.
