After seeing Shen Fan off, Zhang Han returned to the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion. He wanted to find Yamamoto and boast a little, while taking the chance to mock the shorty. But to his surprise, he searched high and low and couldn't find him!
After asking around, he learned that Yamamoto had left the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion while he was seeing Shen Fan off.
Drawing on years of experience, Zhang Han immediately had a bad feeling:
"Would that bastard Yamamoto try something underhanded?
Knowing Yamamoto's nature, he really might. After all, I heard the old geezer used to be part of a plundering band before he joined the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion!"
"Seeing that Fellow Daoist Wu Ji is young and loaded, the old geezer might really go back to his old line of work!
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. He's asking for death! Hasn't that old geezer Yamamoto noticed that Fellow Daoist Wu Ji is always shrouded in a layer of mist?
Even when we use our appraisal Secret Techniques to their utmost, we still can't see through him!"
Few people knew that the appraisers of the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion had mastered Secret Techniques that could "appraise people" as well as treasures.
"If my guess is right, Fellow Daoist Wu Ji is no ordinary True Lord!"
"But that makes sense. What ordinary True Lord could afford to be so extravagant, tossing out a million Rule Crystals with a wave of his hand? Anyone who didn't know better would think he was some big shot from the Inner Sea!"
"Yamamoto dared to provoke a powerful expert whose background he didn't know. This time, he's bound to take a nasty fall!"
Zhang Han quickly reached this conclusion, but soon he put the matter out of his mind.
After all, what did Yamamoto's fate have