"Then, Martial Uncle summoned this disciple..."
"I want you to go to Xuanyuan City, find out what's going on, and see whether the Luo Clan truly has some treacherous plot," Wang Tinglou said in a cool voice.
"But isn't Master Huitong of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect presiding over matters there? And there is also Fairy Ruyan..." Hermit Qinglian lowered his head and spoke, somewhat puzzled.
"Hmph. Huitong, that bald donkey, may be a Lihe Realm cultivator, but his nature is rash and he is hardly fit to shoulder great affairs. At most, he is nothing more than a bitter ascetic. As for Fairy Ruyan, if she were willing to lend a hand, this old man would not have needed to call you here. But although that woman is clever, her temperament is somewhat strange. She says Horizon Sea Pavilion hangs alone beyond the seas and does not wish to meddle in worldly turmoil anymore. Even if the Luo Clan has remnants, they cannot shake the foundation of our seven sects. If we want her to help, we must first pay one thousand Top-grade Spirit Stones." At this point, even Wang Tinglou was somewhat speechless. Fairy Ruyan was twisting the knife far too hard with this extortion; it was obvious she simply did not want to exert herself.
"In that case, this disciple respectfully obeys your decree. I certainly will not dare fail the trust Martial Uncle has placed in me. Farewell!" Hermit Qinglian bent at the waist and gave a salute, then stomped his foot fiercely, transformed into a startling rainbow, and shot into the sky.
Wang Tinglou sighed, then closed his eyes again and sank into meditation.
On the other side, the origins of the Sky Cloud Trade Fair that Lin Xuan heard were different yet again.