"You don't look to be in a very good mood?"
"Mm, perhaps. The world is vast; you're bound to run into a few idiots. Annoying!"
Inside the descending flying shuttle, Yu Ci's inexplicable reply nearly brought the conversation to a halt. Fortunately, he soon cut off the unnecessary sighing and switched to a lighter topic. "What about you? I know things haven't been easy for you at Suixin Pavilion, but disguising yourself and circling around like this—what's the point?"
"I just don't want to reveal the trump card that is you too early."
Shen Wan replied with a smiling lilt, "In the Northern Wastes, countless eyes are watching me as well. Even with Uncle Huangfu backing me, if I take one wrong step, those people in the south will never miss the chance to crush the Shen clan completely. Better to be careful when we can."
Though she said so, Yu Ci could sense her rather obvious mood. "You seem quite happy?"
Shen Wan cupped her hands to him in the manner of a man. "Thank you for consigning those treasures for sale..."
"Was there something special among them? The Eight Flames Flag of Swift Wind?" That was already the finest magical artifact Yu Ci knew of. Sixty-nine layers, an eleven-heavens sacrificial refinement level—it counted as quite respectable even among Void Stepping cultivators.
Shen Wan smiled and shook her head. Seeing her deliberately keep him guessing, Yu Ci grew somewhat puzzled. He had not collected many things himself in the Sword Garden; most had been cultivators' relics later handed over by Xing Tian. They had left little impression on him. He turned the matter over in his mind, yet still could not recall which item it was.
Since he had already entrusted them to Shen Wan for sale, he would