Molten Seat.
Cave dwelling.
The burly old man silently listened to the red-haired cultivator's account.
He sighed. "It's good that you came back."
Venerable Fallen Flame had not expected Tu Shan Jun to encounter a great supernatural-power cultivator during his trip to the Pei clan.
That person's cultivation was no weaker than a Dao Lord's, perhaps even stronger—a powerhouse capable of reaching across mountains and seas to strike from afar.
Fortunately, he was still alive.
What surprised Fallen Flame even more was that the Pei clan had allowed Tu Shan Jun to walk back unscathed.
Even a Sage would be tempted by the value of a treasure with an artifact spirit.
As far as he knew, the Pei clan had Sages. Though none had acted, Sages were certainly no weaklings. It would have been effortless for them to detain Tu Shan Jun, a Spirit Transformation Venerable with insufficient magical power.
"He wasn't wary of me."
Tu Shan Jun spoke.
That man naturally would not fear a Dao soldier artifact spirit. The only thing he feared was the gourd at the Dao soldier's waist.
The gourd contained a means capable of driving back great supernatural-power cultivators. Even if that means had grown weak and listless, who could truly say it lacked the power to injure a Sage?
Pei Luotian did not dare gamble.
When he had failed to act against that great supernatural-power cultivator, he had already placed a shackle around his own heart.
Thus, when facing a Spirit Transformation Venerable, he still did not dare gamble.
He had his misgivings.
The red-haired cultivator sat cross-legged before a low table, swirling the wine in his cup.
Without lingering any longer, he rose and said, "I need to return to Xingluo."
"Xingluo, Taiyi Sect."
"I heard Jinghong mention it."
Venerable Fallen Flame