Chen Yang was quite surprised. He had passed by this place before and had no idea that the entrance to the gathering place would be here.
The cliff is about a hundred feet high. At first glance, it is even more misty and bottomless.
Yang Jian smiled, raised the Xuanyang Order, and murmured something. Thick fog appeared in front of him again, bounded by the cliff, rolling incessantly, and then dissipated again.
At this time, a suspension bridge appeared where the cliff was. It was about two feet wide, and the real cliffs were on both sides of the suspension bridge.
"Is this a cover-up?"
Only then did Chen Yang understand that the fog restriction not only obscured his consciousness, but also distorted the light, affecting his vision.
Passing by this place several times, he subconsciously turned around and missed the suspension bridge.
Chen Yang thought that even if he guessed that the entrance might be hidden on the cliff, it would be futile to forcefully break through without finding the right location for the suspension bridge.
"Follow me quickly."
Yang Jian led the way, followed closely by Chen Yang.
After walking about ten feet, Chen Yang turned his head and saw the suspension bridge behind him disappearing into the mist again.
The two of them came to the other side of the cliff and stepped onto the cliff. Then all the fog in front of them disappeared, and a path into the canyon appeared at their feet.
Yang Jian continued walking along this path.
Soon their eyes suddenly opened up, and a simple small village appeared in front of them.
"Master Yang, why are you here just now? Who is behind you?"
A tall middle-aged man standing at the entrance of the village recognized Yang Jian, and at the same time noticed Chen Yang following Yang Jian, and immediately became nervous and alert.
"Don't worry, Uncle Six. This is my friend. He saved my life."
Yang Jian briefly introduced the process of meeting Chen Yang. The middle-aged man turned sideways and gave way to the small wooden door entering the village. However, his eyes were still looking at Chen Yang, as if he was not sure about Chen Yang's identity.
Still have doubts.
"I'm here to trade too. I'll leave after I get what I want."
Chen Yang said calmly that he did not plan to stay here for too long. After all, the person who set up the fog restriction was at least a master of the celestial realm. If the identity of the Demon Sect was seen through, he would be in danger.
"Gatherings like this are held several times every year by several of our families. Each time the place is not fixed. We invite some familiar casual cultivators to exchange their cultivation experiences. When I introduce Brother Chen to Grandpa, he will definitely give you a piece of Xuanyang.
Order, Brother Chen can go to meetings by himself from now on."
Yang Jian introduced the content of the meeting all the way, and from time to time he hinted at recruiting Chen Yang, but Chen Yang laughed him off.
A large open space not far away is the trading center, and there are gradually more monks around.
Chen Yang couldn't help but use his spiritual sense to detect it, and found that most of the casual cultivators present were in the external realm, and not many could reach the inner realm, only three or four. The realms higher than that could not be detected.
Perhaps in order to keep a low profile, they used some method to conceal their aura and hid behind the scenes like him.