"You... how could it be you?!"
Wang Qi stared fixedly at Song Wen, disbelief written all over his face.
Youquan's pupils abruptly contracted as well.
The man before him was not Yu Bi at all.
His and his elderly subordinate's earlier impressions of this man's aura had indeed been correct.
"Wang Qi, you know this senior?" Youquan asked Wang Qi.
"He... is the man who asked to buy demon souls from me in Blood Radiance City that day." Wang Qi's voice trembled with overwhelming terror.
Youquan lowered his gaze and glanced at the two heads that had fallen into the mountain forest below. Seeming to understand something, he felt his heart tighten.
Still clinging to a sliver of hope, he asked in a fawning tone.
"Senior, are you in urgent need of demon souls? I happen to have some here. I hope you won't disdain them."
As he spoke, a storage pouch flew from his body and drifted toward Song Wen.
Song Wen held the storage pouch with his magical power, suspending it a hundred zhang before him.
The storage pouch had not yet been refined. Song Wen's spiritual sense easily penetrated it, revealing densely packed Soul Bottles inside.
The Soul Bottles contained demon souls ranging from the fourth to the seventh tier.
Unfortunately, there were only five seventh-tier demon souls.
"I didn't go to all this trouble just for a few demon souls," Song Wen said mildly.
"Senior... what else do you desire? Please, just say the word! I will do everything in my power to obtain it," Ancestor Youquan said, forcing himself to speak.
The corners of Song Wen's mouth lifted, and he made no attempt to conceal the greed in his eyes.
"There seem to be nine soul banners deep in your canyon. The ghosts inside those