Sure enough—the leader of the demonic path possessed quite a few secret life-preserving techniques. Trying to wipe him out completely would truly be troublesome. Fang Qing fell into thought.
Before long, a female cultivator in palace robes stepped forward, carrying a tray.
"Please see whether these items are suitable, Fellow Daoist."
The First Palace Mistress's aged voice sounded.
Fang Qing glanced over the tray and saw a scrap of pitch-black dharma robe, half a broken bone blade, and a bottle of peculiar essence blood—
"That will be enough. Many thanks, First Palace Mistress."
He smiled faintly and swept his hand, collecting all the miscellaneous items. Though they were scraps, they were anchors for divination.
With such a dimensionality-reduction strike, the Heavenfiend Old Monster would have nowhere to run.
"Fellow Daoist possesses extraordinary talent. You may perhaps have hopes of Spirit Transformation in the future—would you be willing to join my Water-Moon Palace?"
The First Palace Mistress, her hair white and skin wrinkled, suddenly said, "If you are willing to enter Water-Moon Palace, every treasure and inheritance within this palace may be opened to you."
"First Palace Mistress?"
The Second Palace Mistress beside her had clearly not expected this and immediately grew anxious.
"Join Water-Moon Palace?"
Fang Qing wore a faintly smiling expression. "No need—I am accustomed to drifting like idle clouds and wild cranes."
"What a pity. This palace has lost an outstanding talent. You intend to hunt down the Heavenfiend Old Monster alone? That Old Devil escaped from the hands of a Spirit Transformation patriarch. Even if it was merely an external incarnation, he still cannot be underestimated. Do you need this old woman to lend you a hand?"
Though she had been rejected, the First Palace Mistress's expression remained unchanged as she asked calmly.
"No need."
Fang Qing