Ye Xiwen said nothing, merely gazing coldly at the old man. He wanted a reasonable explanation.
"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be angry. Naturally, I have my reasons for doing this!" the Red-Robed Old Monster said with a hearty laugh.
He looked at Ye Xiwen and said, "Here is the situation. This time, I have invited several powerful fellow Daoists to explore the Huantian Ghost Palace together. I wonder whether Fellow Daoist is interested?"
"Huantian Ghost Palace?" Ye Xiwen's brows drew together.
"Could it be that Fellow Daoist does not know of the Huantian Ghost Palace? It seems Fellow Daoist must have come from outside!" the Red-Robed Old Monster said. "Let me introduce myself first. Others call me the Red-Robed Old Monster, and I have been stationed in the Huantian Ghost Domain for many years now!"
"So it is Fellow Daoist Red-Robed. I am Suicidal Scholar!" Ye Xiwen said, cupping his hands.
A trace of confusion flashed through the Red-Robed Old Monster's eyes. As far as he knew, among the experts who had cultivated to their level, there was no one named Suicidal Scholar.
Most likely, he was some old monster who had cultivated in seclusion for years and had only recently emerged. After all, Illusory Sky Divine Sand was precious, but that had been countless years ago. After the Illusory Sky World had been smashed to pieces, Illusory Sky Divine Sand had become an exceedingly scarce resource.
The divine objects and artifacts that had originally required Illusory Sky Divine Sand for refinement had likewise gradually been eliminated by the passage of time.
Although Illusory Sky Divine Sand was still precious now, it was far from the object of frenzied pursuit it had once been.
That was because very few people now needed Illusory Sky Divine Sand to