Several days later.
Inside the Ice and Snow Palace.
A small gathering of Jiedan Cultivators was underway.
Fang Xing sat casually in the seat of honor, with the Meng sisters by his side, looking every bit the winner in life with beauties in his arms.
He looked at the other dozen Jiedan Cultivators and said carefreely, "Thanks to all my fellow Daoists for gracing this little meeting with your presence. The reason I'm hosting this gathering is that I still have two spots for Linglang Blessed Land up for grabs, so please submit your bids to me and the highest bidders will get them."
Emulating Feng Shangren's personality, Fang Xing had called a bunch of his fair-weather friends over for a Core Formation gathering, with the auction of the two spots thrown into the mix.
He glanced around, eyes sweeping past several of Feng Shangren's fair-weather friends, and lingered on two female cultivators.