But the ways of the world were ever-changing and unpredictable. No one could foresee what would happen in the next moment, much less what the future held.
Beitang Xing asked himself honestly: the Sky Shuttle was indeed one of the foremost treasures in the world today. It commanded the power of space, and its escape technique was unrivaled beneath the heavens. Yet it was ultimately an external object. Once used, it would be gone; there could never be a second one for him to squander.
But Tan Cai'er was the key to his future rise. A Phoenix Physique was even more something one could encounter only by chance and never seek. Unlike the Sky Shuttle, if he could seize hold of Tan Cai'er, the gains he received would become his own strength—strength that would not vanish, but endure forever.
By comparison, there seemed to be a distinction between high and low, precious and cheap.
With that thought, Beitang Xing made up his mind. Yet he did not tell Old Daoist Liu, merely putting on a vaguely hesitant look before ending their conversation.
Old Daoist Liu did not take it to heart. He put away his wine gourd, clasped his hands behind his back, and swayed leisurely back to his room.
However, just as he was about to lie down on the couch and rest for a while, a strange sensation arose. The next moment, darkness fell before his eyes, and he lost consciousness.
Before passing out, his first thought was that Meng Zhao had actually thrown martial honor to the winds and ambushed him.
It was not difficult to guess. Though he was not among those with exceptional cultivation and combat power, he had still barely attained the Grandmaster realm. With his martial arts realm, ordinary Connate martial artists could