"Old thief, if you're going to make a move, then do it already!"
Xi Buwei glared warily at Inconstant Devil Hand and rebuked, "Stop playing tricks and pretending to be mysterious!"
Inconstant Devil Hand hurriedly bowed, full of apology. "Pavilion Master Xi, please do not be like this."
As he spoke, he took out a Storage Ring and respectfully offered it over. Yet Xi Buwei and the others were so startled that they retreated several steps, not daring to accept it, afraid it might be some vicious hidden weapon.
Inconstant Devil Hand was thoroughly embarrassed. "Do not misunderstand. There are over a hundred High-Grade Source Stones inside, merely a small token of my sincerity. I hope Pavilion Master Xi can forgive the old grudges between us."
Seeing the trace of fear revealed in Inconstant Devil Hand's expression, which did not seem fake, Xi Buwei could not help feeling deeply uneasy. It seemed as though the other man truly feared something.
After hesitating, he reached out and accepted the Storage Ring. Upon sensing its contents, he discovered that it was indeed as Inconstant Devil Hand had said: over a hundred High-Grade Source Stones, along with quite a few rare and precious materials.
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
Xi Buwei truly could not see through Inconstant Devil Hand's actions.
"Alas," Inconstant Devil Hand sighed bitterly. "Pavilion Master Xi, first say that you will not hold the past against this old man. Then I shall tell you the reasons behind it all."
Xi Buwei froze, then tested the waters. "For the sake of your helping my sect resolve a calamity today, and for these Source Stones, this Pavilion Master will not pursue the grudges of the past."
Only then did Inconstant Devil Hand finally let out a breath of relief, and