"If the River-Calming Stele has already appeared, the information I provide will certainly help you find it. When it comes to understanding this object, no one in Xiang State can compare to my ancestor. After all, my ancestor met his end because of this very object," Zhan Yunliang said with conviction.
"Fine. I accept your terms. Now tell me about the River-Calming Stele." Lu Xiaotian nodded.
"Don't you think that's a little too frivolous, Brother Lu? You're making a promise with nothing to back it up," Zhan Yunliang said with a cold snort.
"You're probably going to say the Blood Oath Talisman, right? I don't have one on me. Even if I did, do you think it could bind me? There's a grand auction coming up in Xiangdu, and it'll have Blood-Release Spirit Lingzhi. Getting that item would only cost me a few more Spirit Stones."
"You may not have one on you, but I know where we can find one. Even if you can get Blood-Release Spirit Lingzhi, I don't mind. I'm only asking for peace of mind. This concerns life and death, so I hope you'll understand, Brother Lu." Zhan Yunliang's tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
"It seems you still have some resources tucked away in Xiangdu. Fine, we'll do as you say." Lu Xiaotian nodded. In Zhan Yunliang's position, he would have made the same choice. Given the option, who would leave their life in someone else's hands?
"Rather, it's something my ancestor left me," Zhan Yunliang murmured. He thought of the glory his grandfather had enjoyed as a renowned great cultivator, the earnest instructions and hopes his grandfather had entrusted to him before his death—and then of the state he was in now. Zhan Yunliang's heart was a jumble of emotions.
"As long