"Are you Fellow Daoist Xuan Qi of Ten Directions Tower?" the middle Mahayana stage man asked.
"Whether I am or not, what does it have to do with you?" Zhang Tie said coldly. As an assassin, being recognized at a glance was no good thing.
"Fellow Daoist Xuan Qi, please do not misunderstand. The mission to kill the Blood Fiend Old Demon was issued by our Clear Wind Daoist Temple. It was only because of that punch just now, combined with your attire, that I guessed your identity," the man hurriedly explained, afraid of being even a moment too late.
"This no longer concerns you. You may leave," Zhang Tie said directly, issuing an order to depart.
"Fellow Daoist Xuan Qi, I have an unreasonable request. If you kill the Blood Fiend Old Demon, there is a Calming Stone on him, which he stole.
This stone is useless to others. It is a treasure passed down by our sect's ancestor. Since the technique for using it was lost, it has no use beyond calming the mind and focusing the spirit. If you find it, I ask that Fellow Daoist Xuan Qi return it. We can exchange one hundred top-grade spirit stones for it. After all, it is the only item our ancestors passed down to us."
The man abruptly stopped mid-flight and clasped his hands toward Zhang Tie as he made his request. After speaking, he did not wait for Zhang Tie's reply before flying into the distance. At the same time, a white jade slip flew toward Zhang Tie.
Zhang Tie caught the jade slip and examined it. It recorded the location of the Clear Wind Daoist Temple.
After putting away the jade slip, Zhang Tie turned into a streak of black light and fled toward the depths of