Hua Xianggu didn't ask further, instead she looked at the other storage bag.
Suspended in the bag was a pitch-black stone slab, with some cracks on its surface, twisting pale lines entwined together to form a peculiar "Giant Mouth Map". Outside the giant mouth were little black dots, but upon closer inspection, they were countless terrified fleeing people.
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Two months later...
"Old Li, here's the Visualization Map you wanted."
"Sister Xianggu, you're too kind."
"Haha, no need for politeness; we are good friends after all."
"How's the Yin Qi issue going?"
"The Cyan Nether Merchant Association has everything.
This time, there's enough Yin Qi, so we won't have to save on Yin Coffins when transforming ghost cultivators.
Whether it's the elite of the Li Family or those deceased disciples of the Crane Spirit Sect, they will all become ours. Eventually, both the Crane Spirit Sect and the Sea Break Sect will be occupied by us.
