Nanli Island.
The Cultivation Avatar went to scavenge riches.
Fang Xing's original self sat aboard the Explorer with a smile, watching as one Core Formation Cultivator after another came to him, disheveled and kowtowing, "Greetings, True Monarch!"
They all looked sullen and worried, among them the South Fire Sect members had the most ghastly expressions.
Following them were the robber Cultivators, and the Demon Cultivators.
A few Core Formation Cultivators, who looked like shopkeepers, seemed rather normal, their manner still controlled, presumably backed by their own powerful supporters.
The one commonality was that they all had several small drones following behind them, with laser cannons ready to fire.
"Greetings, True Monarch, your prowess in Mechanical Puppet Technique is truly unparalleled in the world!"
An old Core Formation Cultivator from South Fire Sect stared blankly at the Explorer hovering in the sky, his voice tinged with a hint of obsession.
