To Gain, One Must First Let Go; To Pick Up, One Must Also Be Able to Put Down

In a quiet little courtyard paved with blue tiles, Beast True Person sat in a stone pavilion drinking tea and chatting with a gold-robed old man of elegant bearing and jet-black hair. Fang Yufei, Fang Yuruo, and Lu Feng stood nearby, their expressions respectful.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, at this Ten Thousand Spirits Assembly, little friend Lu should be able to achieve an excellent ranking."

Beast True Person said with a genial smile.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you flatter him. Lu Feng's alchemy skills are indeed quite good, but your descendants are no less impressive. By the way, I heard from Lu Feng that little friend Han is quite close to little friend Fang. Could you let this old man meet little friend Han?"

The gold-robed old man asked amiably, looking entirely approachable.

"Yufei, Fellow Daoist Sun is asking you a question!"

Beast True Person looked toward Fang Yufei. She hurriedly replied, "In answer to Senior Sun, after the auction ended, this junior was unable to contact Fellow Daoist Han. I do not know where he is now."

The gold-robed old man nodded. "Then forget it. This old man still has matters to attend to, so I shall not disturb you further. Fellow Daoist Fang, farewell. When you have the time, you may visit Green Toad Island."

"Good, it's settled, then."

Beast True Person rose to his feet and personally saw them out.

"That old bastard Sun Yang is probably coveting that fourth-rank spirit flame too. It seems he has also realized that little friend Han was the one who traded for it."

Beast True Person said with a soft chuckle.

"It has been nearly half a month since the auction ended, yet we have never been able to reach Fellow Daoist Han. He has probably already refined that clump of fourth-rank