Ding!
They raised their cups and clinked them together.
Yu Renyue took out a jade slip and handed it to Wu Rong. "This contains the methods that made that man famous in his day."
As he gazed at the jade slip, a look of reminiscence flashed through Yu Renyue's eyes.
He had practically grown up listening to stories about the old ancestor.
So many legendary deeds had converged upon one person—the ancestor of their Yu Ren clan, Yu Ren Feihe.
If the old clan chief possessed grand ambitions and was a likely successor, then their ancestor was the pillar who had restored the clan to prosperity. Unfortunately, when people grew old, they feared death. And once they feared death, they wanted to go on living forever.
Wu Rong examined it, then tucked it into his sleeve. "Why isn't there a birth date and eight characters?"
"Fellow Daoist needs that too?"
Wu Rong nodded slightly. "I do."
"It would be best if there were also something your ancestor kept close to him."
"Blood, bones, flesh, skin..."
Yu Renyue pondered before saying, "Those would be difficult to obtain."
"If they were easy to get, I wouldn't be asking." Wu Rong's expression was grave.
Even with Yu Renyue's assistance, he did not relax.
Wu Rong even suspected that the Yu Ren ancestor had long known of his clan disciples' dissatisfaction, yet simply did not care. Ordinary Dao Lords would not risk their lives against him either.
Furthermore, the organization's assassins charged outrageously high prices.
To hire a peak Saint King carrying a divine weapon, Yu Renyue must have paid a tremendous price.
"I'll try."
Wu Rong asked again, "When will he... arrive?"
Yu Renyue calculated the time. "In roughly three months."
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. The organization has an excellent reputation, and its