Treasures secured, undercurrents stirring

Cold Wind City.

The visitor was an elderly nascent soul middle stage cultivator from the Feipeng Chamber of Commerce. Though advanced in years, he was brimming with vigor.

His hair was entirely white, yet his complexion was fresh and bright. Entering the pavilion with a broad smile, he politely cupped his hands toward Lin Chang'an.

"Fellow Daoist White Bone, by my reckoning, we belong to the same generation of cultivators. When you were sweeping all before you, I was still an unknown nobody. How embarrassing."

After this round of flattery, Lin Chang'an smiled and nodded, raising his spirit tea in acknowledgment.

Both men smiled and raised their spirit tea to toast each other.

"Please spare me the flattery, fellow Daoist. What does it matter how strong I was three hundred years ago? In the cultivation world, strength is always what counts."

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Lin Chang'an gave an easy chuckle, making no attempt to avoid the subject of what he had suffered over the past three hundred years.

This only deepened the elderly Feipeng Chamber of Commerce cultivator's private admiration. This White Bone Old Devil truly deserved his reputation as a supreme cultivator who had overshadowed their entire generation.

Only a slight shortfall in fortune had brought this calamity upon him.

Yet without that calamity, perhaps he could never have tempered his disposition to this degree.

Every sip and every bite had its place in fate. Who could truly explain it?

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the elderly Feipeng Chamber of Commerce cultivator stated his purpose without further hesitation.

"These are the spiritual treasures you requested. Our alliance leader had to call in several favors elsewhere before he could gather all three spirit-awakened treasures.

"There is also a top-tier fourth-rank fire attribute spiritual treasure, along with two hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones