"Kid from the East, you deliberately sent Qingcheng away. Is there something else you need to discuss?" Xiang Kuang watched Xiang Qingcheng and the others gradually disappear into the distance, but asked Lu Xiaotian.
"Brother Kuang, what makes you ask?" Lu Xiaotian said in surprise. When Xiang Qingcheng was there, he hadn't called Xiang Kuang Uncle Kuang; he'd spoken directly whenever he had something to say. With Xiang Qingcheng gone, he certainly wasn't going to call him that now.
"I think Qingcheng will end up helping you count the money after you've sold her." Xiang Kuang rolled his eyes. "Going back to Xiangdu to meet some little Golden Core fellow could have been Qingcheng's idea, or mine. You chose to send her away. It's obvious you have something to do."
"Nothing gets past you, Brother Kuang. Tell me, what are our odds if the two of us go after the Snowfield Demon Deer?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Just the two of us?" Xiang Kuang stared at Lu Xiaotian in astonishment. "Have you gone mad? Even if the Snowfield Demon Deer has had its Dragon Essence drained and was badly wounded, it was still a Spirit Transformation-level demon beast. A lean camel is still bigger than a horse. If we fight it, someone could well get hurt or killed."
"We won't know unless we try. If we can fight it, we will; if we can't, we'll give up." Lu Xiaotian knew all too well that a Spirit Transformation-level demon beast's death throes were no small matter. But the temptation of a Spirit Transformation-level demon beast's Primordial Spirit essence was extraordinary. Besides, the enemy that might be waiting beyond the entrance sensed by True Person Ghostfire, at the place where the Dragon Essence was sealed, hung over Lu Xiaotian's head like a sword.