Peace Talks

Ji An wondered whether the ambush years ago had been connected to those few shops. It was an unresolved case; faced with late-stage Golden Core cultivator enemies back then, he would never have held back.

The enemies had suffered Death and Soul Annihilation, so whether anyone had been behind them was impossible to determine. Fortunately, he had reaped quite a harvest, enough to offset his resentment at being ambushed. He wished he could encounter two such money-delivering boys every year.

Now that the managers of several Pill Shops had invited him, they presumably wanted to discuss how they would coexist in the future—whether they would continue their covert struggle or reconcile. This outcome had been won only because the shop had survived its darkest days.

True Person Moyun did not urge him, merely sipping his tea in silence. He truly had only been entrusted with delivering a message.

Now that the message had been delivered, the outcome and whatever twists and turns lay within had nothing to do with him.

Ji An gathered his thoughts and put away the brocade box. Why refuse something given for free?

"I agree to talk. Since several fellow Daoists have chosen the location, I will choose the time: the beginning of horse hour, three days later."

With each side setting either the time or place, their words carried equal weight.

True Person Moyun nodded. "I will convey fellow Daoist's reply to them."

Then his tone shifted.

"I have heard that the Star Soul Tree has particularly demanding environmental requirements. Fellow Daoist should consider carefully before planting it."

The Star Soul Tree seed was the only spiritual seed he could find and present as a worthy gift. If the other party failed to cultivate it, it would make him seem terribly lacking in judgment when