"Do you know any other secrets, fellow Daoist?" Luo Wan asked.
"What I know is much the same as everyone else. Some of it is merely my own speculation. Just take it as something to listen to, fellow Daoists, and judge for yourselves whether it is true."
The middle-aged man cupped his hands, already intent on leaving.
He had a feeling this group had an unusual relationship with the Giant Cloud Merchant Association. He would be better off avoiding any ties with them, lest he become entangled in karma.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
Luo Wan took out a storage pouch and offered it to the middle-aged man. "This is a small token of my appreciation. It isn't anything valuable, but please accept it."
"You're too kind, fellow Daoist." The middle-aged man did not refuse. He accepted it, then bade them farewell and left.
Hua Yunfei glanced at the middle-aged man's departing figure. An imperceptible strand of the Law of Power erased the karma clinging to him, ensuring he would not be implicated.
The middle-aged man was only a Dao Ancestor (Immortal Emperor). With that cultivation, he would be doomed if the Fallen Soul Spirit Cult and the Mars Merchant Association found him.
This fellow really is cautious.
Ying Chuan muttered inwardly. The others could not detect it, but he could catch Hua Yunfei's movements.
Over the hundred years he had known Hua Yunfei, he had discovered that Hua Yunfei was ruthless only toward his enemies, while treating his own people very well.
Moreover, Hua Yunfei was cautious. After finishing a task, he would generally clean up the battlefield, leaving no loose ends.
After spending so long with someone like that, even he had unconsciously become more cautious.
"Little Wan, don't be sad. As long as we kill the Fallen Soul