Duan De trembled all over and hurriedly nodded.
"I understand! I'll keep my mouth absolutely shut!"
Hua Yunfei said no more and turned to leave the teahouse.
Duan De watched his departing back, his expression shifting uncertainly.
He knew he was playing with fire, but the temptation of twenty thousand spirit stones was simply too great.
"Duan De, Duan De, you're dancing on a blade's edge." He muttered to himself and gave a bitter laugh.
"But as long as I can get rich, then so be it!"
He tucked the Storage Bag into his robe and slipped out of the teahouse furtively.
Southern Ancient City was a bustling, prosperous metropolis.
It was one of the largest trading hubs in the Eastern Wilderness, where countless cultivators conducted all kinds of transactions every day.
The streets were packed with people, vendors' cries rising and falling in an air of flourishing prosperity.
Chu Yang and Ye Fan walked side by side through the streets, taking in everything around them.
"Brother Tu, where does this old friend of yours live?" Ye Fan asked.
Chu Yang pointed at a restaurant ahead. "Right there."
It was a three-story restaurant called the Drunken Immortal Tower, one of the most famous establishments in Southern Ancient City.
The two entered the restaurant and headed to a private room on the second floor.
Someone was already seated inside: a burly middle-aged man drinking heavily.
When he saw Chu Yang and Ye Fan enter, he immediately rose to his feet, an honest smile spreading across his face.
"Brother Tu, you finally made it!" he boomed. "I've been waiting for you forever!"
Chu Yang smiled faintly and led Ye Fan over.
"Little Ye, let me introduce you. This is my good friend, Luo Tianhong," he said. "Old Luo, this is Ye