Bad News

Outside the camp.

Lu Xuan turned to look at Pan Hong and the others.

"Daoist Pan, Daoist Ding, this is where we part. Many thanks to you two, and to the many fellow Daoists in the Secret Realm, for looking after me."

He cupped his fists and spoke to everyone with utmost courtesy.

"You're too polite, Daoist Lu. Thanks to the Merchant Association inviting you over, things became much easier for us. We learned quite a bit from you in beast-taming and benefited greatly."

Pan Hong laughed heartily.

"That's right. Ding should be the one thanking you, Daoist Lu."

After being ambushed by the Cloud Splitting Eagle fierce beast, Ding Yu's ideas about beast-taming had already changed greatly. Toward Lu Xuan, he felt only gratitude, nothing else.

"Daoist Lu, here are thirty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. They are your payment for this period. Please accept them."

Pan Hong and Ding Yu exchanged a glance, took out a Gray Black Pouch, and tossed it to Lu Xuan.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Lu Xuan accepted it gladly.

Thirty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones was not a great amount to him now, with his ample wealth, but it was still worthy of the hard work he had put in during this period. In addition, Yan Jiu'an had gifted him a fifth-grade Yuan Yang Wood sapling before he entered the Secret Realm.

Calculated this way, the remuneration from this trip to the Secret Realm could be considered extremely considerable.

"Fellow Daoists, that Black Qilin Leopard has already become rather close in attitude toward us cultivators. In the future, I'll have to trouble you two to look after it a little more."

Before leaving, Lu Xuan specifically instructed the two.

"That's only right."

Everyone had seen all that Lu Xuan and the fifth-grade fierce