"Fellow Daoists, Su has matters to attend to. Until we meet again."
As soon as they reached the entrance to the market, Su Changqing spoke to the two of them.
Hearing Su Changqing say this, the siblings were both slightly stunned. Though they were somewhat reluctant to part, they had only met by chance and could not reasonably press him to stay.
"Meeting is fate. This item is of little use to Su. You two can take it as a memento."
After saying this, Su Changqing raised his right hand, and the Demon Core turned into a streak of light that flew into Ouyang Long's hand.
"Fellow Daoist Su, how can we accept this?"
"Enough. If I tell you to take it, then take it."
Su Changqing waved his hand. Then, with a flash of light, he vanished into the market. The siblings released their divine sense, yet could not find even the slightest trace of him. Both wore looks of shock.
"Big Brother..."
"This Fellow Daoist Su may be some senior expert living under an assumed name."
A thoughtful expression appeared on Ouyang Long's face. After all, the Demon Core was quite valuable. If Su Changqing had merely been a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he certainly would not have casually given it away.
"Then what should we do?"
"What should we do? That senior saved both of us and gave us such a generous gift. All we can do is be deeply grateful and remember this debt of gratitude."
Since this market had been set up temporarily, it was naturally crude to the extreme. There were no particularly fine buildings, and most of it consisted of street stalls. Though the market was exceedingly simple, there were many cultivators coming and going. After all, they had nothing better to do.