The hall was suffused with a faint spiritual mist as Su Fan and Venerable Yuan Lang sat cross-legged facing each other.
Li Chongxiu lifted the pot and poured out amber tea. The Spirit Tea sent tiny ripples through the jade cup, and an aroma of mellow sweetness wrapped in a wisp of gentle bitterness quietly spread through the room.
"Senior, what brings you here today?"
Su Fan lightly tapped his knee with his fingertips, his gaze resting on the tea smoke curling upward.
Venerable Yuan Lang raised the jade cup. His thin lips took a leisurely sip, leaving a faint wet mark from the tea on them.
"Yesterday, several people from a few assassin organizations came calling. They asked Junior Brother Xuan Yu to pass on a message, wanting to borrow the sect's influence to meet with you..."
What the hell...
Those assassin organizations had to be some of the first-rate assassin organizations in the Taihao Immortal Realm. Otherwise, they would never have been able to get in touch with the Divine Water Immortal Sect.
"Why do they want to meet me...?"
Seeing Su Fan's bewildered expression, Venerable Yuan Lang curled his lips.
The movement of his fingers paused slightly, and the corner of his mouth pulled into a half-smiling, half-mocking curve.
This kid was pretending not to understand when he knew perfectly well.
Why do you think? Isn't it because your vengeful nature is too ruthless?
"They want to meet you in the hope of turning hostility into friendship. To show a little sincerity, those assassin organizations will offer you a certain amount of compensation..."
Su Fan was somewhat dumbfounded. The first-rate assassin organizations of the Taihao Immortal Realm were actually taking the initiative to admit defeat.
"Senior, wait a moment..." He raised a hand and pressed it down