In a certain Golden Pavilion, a fair-faced man in black robes held a pale golden ginseng in his hand, his gaze burning with eagerness.
Before long, a shrill cry rang from his arms. He took out a Blue Transmission Mirror and sent a magic art into it. A moment later, Luo Yang's face appeared on the mirror.
"Brother Leng, have you arrived in Black Luan City?" Luo Yang asked.
From his tone, he and the black-robed man were very familiar with each other.
"I have. What, do you need this old man's help? Don't tell me you want me to help you kill Shi Yue! You can forget about that. I have no interest in provoking Shi Yue. We're both vice hall masters of Yanluo Hall, and I don't need to take orders from you." The black-robed man's tone was indifferent.
Luo Yang gave an awkward laugh. "You jest, Brother Leng. I'm not asking you to help me deal with Shi Yue. I just want you to help me buy some spirit wine from the Spirit Wine Convention's first-place winner. I hear Shi Yue will be attending this convention too. He might even take first place."
"Is that all? I thought you didn't like drinking." The black-robed man asked, puzzled.
"Don't worry about that. You wouldn't refuse to help me with such a small favor, would you?" Luo Yang said with a frown.
The black-robed man pondered for a moment. "The first-place spirit wine at the Spirit Wine Convention won't be easy to buy. I'll do my best. You know this convention is different from the ones before. You must have heard the rumors too: people from the Immortal Clan will be attending. I can't use force."
"I've heard the rumors, but nothing's confirmed. The Immortal Clan has always been