"If I hadn't owed Old Ghost Ge a favor, I never would have taken this deal."
Only after placing the purple talisman on the table did the old man speak.
"Immortal Ge?"
Chen Luo was somewhat surprised. After leaving the Emperor Tomb for so long, he had finally heard news of an old acquaintance.
"That old bastard is a great pit. He even schemes against his only close friend."
The old man muttered under his breath.
But complaints were complaints; the old man's hands did not slacken.
After pasting down the purple talisman, he moved to the other side. Compasses, copper mirrors, wooden swords—every kind of item imaginable was there. Along with the appearance of these objects, that shadow-like sensation of being watched gradually faded.
A flicker of surprise passed through Chen Luo's eyes.
He had tried many methods before. Even Zhao Qi's Second Brother had been unable to cut off that trace of spying aura. He also did not know how this little old man had done it.
"A loss. A bloody loss!"
"Where is Senior Ge now?"
"How would I know where that old immortal has run off to? He's roaming all over the world now; who knows what he's plotting."
At the mention of Immortal Ge, a teeth-gritting expression immediately appeared on the little old man's face.
It seemed he had truly suffered at Immortal Ge's hands.
"What is this great trouble you mentioned?"
"Cannot say, cannot say. That old bastard is already a True Immortal descended into this world. So long as his name is mentioned, he will sense it."
The little old man spoke as he worked. Under his arrangements, the secret chamber was soon filled with all kinds of miscellaneous magic artifacts. They came in every variety, from the lowest first-tier talisman paper to