This implies... perhaps it's not a disappearance, but rather an "isolation" of the area where the ox cart is located, a barrier against spiritual probing.
Li Xuan squinted, and the clues in his mind quickly connected.
He murmured, "Bronze Plain, mysterious marketplace, gold..."
He is not someone who likes to alert the enemy and has immense patience.
Since the twelve spiritual seeds he planted are gone, this matter is now at its end for him. He will not show face again, at least not in this matter.
He remembers clearly that in the mysterious marketplace of the Bronze Plain described by the Prime Minister, there were many people...
What kind of place would that be?
Demons?
Immortals?
Why do they need gold?
Many distracting thoughts flashed by, and Li Xuan temporarily suppressed them in his mind, then continued to carry out what he originally planned to do — creating a purple copper undershirt.
...
...
A month later...
Gold autumn October.
