"As for payment, I'll definitely need something, but getting the information I want is what's most important. I don't care whether your friends are good or bad. As long as they can provide information, I won't even take your treasures—I'll count them as their payment. I don't have time to think about your treasures when I'm desperate to get my son back."
"Are you really that confident, sir? That old monster's disciples are all sword immortals. Immortal cultivators like us who specialize in magic are no match for them at all. Not to mention two against one—even three might not be able to defeat one of them. You aren't carrying a sword, so you should be a magic immortal like me, shouldn't you?" Ouyang Shou was relieved on one hand, yet endlessly worried on the other. With such a wavering, fearful mindset, it was no wonder he kept doing things halfheartedly, until even the jackals finally bared their fangs.
"Heh, you think I can't beat them?" I gave a sinister smile, my expression turning vicious. Ouyang Shou hurriedly waved his hands in fright and said, "What you say must be true, sir. Shall I contact those few friends of mine who would risk their lives for me? Have them buy us some time up ahead?"
"How long has it been since this happened?" I asked.
"Alas, three days have already passed." Ouyang Shou sighed.
"That long?" I frowned. Although a day was nothing in the vast Tranquil Sea, the other party was still a Ninth Tribulation True Immortal. His speed was naturally extraordinary as well.
"There's no time to lose. Have your friends do everything they can to intercept them. We'll give chase and see what fate has in store for your wife and daughter!" As I spoke, I opened