"Other than this Bone Chilling Flame, there really isn't anything on you worth trading for, Senior."
"Do you know who I am?"
Yao Lao's soul trembled with anger. If his soul state had not been weaker than Xiao Fan's, he truly would have wanted to teach this little fox a lesson.
"I merely came from a small city. How could I possibly recognize Your Excellency?"
"No need to probe any further. I am Venerable Yao." Yao Lao proudly raised his head, as though he could already see Xiao Fan being intimidated by his strength.
"Oh."
Xiao Fan's tone held three parts indifference, three parts understanding, three parts nonchalance, and a trace of amusement.
Xiao Fan also figured out certain things from his previous life that he had never understood. Venerable Yao's name was quite famous in the Central Plains. In his previous life, it was said that Venerable Yao had been betrayed by his disciple, his fate unknown, only to reappear at Starfall Pavilion many years later.
"Oh?" Yao Lao heard the mockery in his tone.
"Venerable Yao, Your Excellency, do you recognize this?" Xiao Fan's lips curved slightly as he took a Storage Ring from his robes.
"A Storage Ring?" Yao Lao had yet to understand Xiao Fan's intentions. It appeared no different from an ordinary Storage Ring.
"Why not take a look at the markings engraved on this Storage Ring, Your Excellency?"
Yao Lao's eyes widened. Though he was only a spectral soul, the fury on his face was unmistakable.
Xiao Fan understood at once. "It seems Venerable Yao is quite familiar with the Soul Hall. I have heard a few interesting stories myself—for example, about one of the disciples Venerable Yao took in, Han Feng."
Upon hearing the name Han Feng, Yao Lao could no longer remain