Mission

Xu Fan looked at Venerable Qian Ling, who had learned all the wrong things, with some helplessness. He could not remember when it had started, but this fellow never discussed prices when delivering things anymore, wearing nothing but an expression that said, "You decide what to give."

And yet, Xu Fan fell for exactly that every time, always letting Venerable Qian Ling leave with a beaming smile.

"Does your Sect have some monster hidden away? The Supreme Great Elder dared to wager an Immortal Artifact against me in a disciple competition." Xu Fan asked with a smile.

"Great Elder, I already told Eldest about it. What he did was downright improper. Isn't he plainly trying to scam the Great Elder out of an Immortal Artifact?" Venerable Qian Ling's voice immediately rose, as though he and Xu Fan were on the same side.

"So confident? It seems that disciple I do not know about is indeed formidable." Xu Fan said curiously.

"His talent is so-so. He is a little stronger than Eldest was in his youth, though naturally he cannot compare with the Great Elder." Venerable Qian Ling said with a smile.

"Nine hundred years ago, Eldest took in a new disciple named Li Zishi. He has kept him by his side and devotedly taught him ever since. Among the younger generation I have seen, aside from the few disciples by the Great Elder's side, not one can contend with him."

Venerable Qian Ling looked as though Xu Fan was bound to lose money, making Xu Fan even more curious and unable to help looking forward to it.

"Anyway, I feel Eldest's face-slapping this time was rather not worth the price."

"Do not put it that way. This is a fair exchange between the disciples of two Sects. Friendship first, competition