Everything remained as usual over the next few days.
Until seven days later, a messenger from the Continent of Merchants arrived at the Land of Falling Dragons, a thousand-mile expanse of lush green grass at the heart of Qing Xuan Continent, bringing the news Xiao Yan and his group cared about most.
This time, however, the visitor from the Continent of Merchants was not the Shopkeeper of Qian Shan Fang, but Elder Bei, whom they had met once before on the Continent of Merchants.
"Lord of the Fire Domain, Young Madam, it has been a long time."
A kindly smile rested on Elder Bei's face before Xiao Yan and Yao Wan welcomed him into the Heavenly Tomb.
"I thought an acquaintance would most likely come this time. I did not expect it to be Elder Bei."
"Hehe, this matter is of great importance. The Main Family could not treat it lightly, much less entrust such a responsibility to a mere Supreme."
Elder Bei shook his head. Naturally, he knew exactly whom Xiao Yan was referring to.
"Cough, cough... Let us get to the point. This old man will not beat around the bush."
Elder Bei coughed lightly, and his expression gradually turned solemn.
"Walls have ears. Do you two need to take any further precautions?"
"Please speak freely, Elder Bei. This is a space we opened ourselves. No one can spy on us."
Yao Wan's words made Elder Bei raise his brows. Had anyone else said them, he would have called them arrogant. But coming from the current champion of the Dan God Sacrifice, they became nothing more than a plain statement of fact.
"Very well—according to what the Lord of the Fire Domain said before, the Red Dragon Clan and the Fire Spirit Clan indeed share a rather close