True Lord Jin Long
"Why did you suddenly contact me, Fellow Daoist Nangong? I thought you'd forgotten all about me!" The Black-robed Old Man's tone was cool. From his words, it was clear that he knew Nangong Feng.
Nangong Feng smiled faintly. "Fellow Daoist Sun, you jest. How could I forget you? Many forces attended the Ascension Assembly this time. I only wanted to ask you to help exchange a few things. We won't have you do it for nothing; we'll pay you."
"And what if I refuse? I have nothing to do with you anymore." The Black-robed Old Man frowned.
"Tsk, tsk, Fellow Daoist Sun. Would you be where you are today without our help? You made it to the Mahayana Stage and now you're turning your back on us? If the Five Great Immortal Clans learned you'd helped us, what do you think would happen?" Nangong Feng chuckled meaningfully.
The Black-robed Old Man's expression turned cold. "Are you threatening me?"
"Threatening you is too strong a word. We're simply helping each other. We got our hands on a piece of Ten Thousand Year Sky Demon Wood, which would help you cultivate your demonic arts." Nangong Feng's tone was enticing.
The Black-robed Old Man's expression shifted between light and dark. After a moment's thought, he said, "This is the last time. I don't want there to be another."
"Of course. By the way, help me find out whether Shi Yue really has mastered a Pseudo Spirit Domain. If he has, then his master may have mastered a Spirit Domain." Nangong Feng's tone grew serious.
The Devil Race had a score to settle with Shi Yue, and Nangong Feng had suffered a minor setback at his hands. If Xiaoyaozi was a Mahayana cultivator with a Spirit Domain, then the Immortal