At Xiangan Auction House, Qin Sang met Alchemist Yi.0

Alchemist Yi looked utterly exhausted. When Qin Sang inquired, he learned that ever since the cultivators had been trapped on Desolate Island, the three merchant alliances had tightened their war preparations. Alchemist Yi had been assigned endless pill-refining tasks, working day and night until he was worn out.0

Alchemist Yi said, gulping down a drink and leaning wearily against the chair, "I have no choice in the matter. It is Daoist Qin who had foresight, free of restrictions, still able to roam at ease."0

Qin Sang could tell these were words against his true feelings. "I may seem carefree, but without the shelter of a great faction, when bullied there is nowhere to...0