As he walked, a clacking sound rang out.
He was leaning on a cane forged from some unknown ironstone.
The cane glimmered with a cold light and contained a sinister spirituality. One glance revealed it to be a Magical Treasure weapon of the yin-evil kind.
Wherever he passed, a string of footprints trailing frost and icy chill was left behind him.
His cultivation was no less formidable. The aura he emitted had reached the very peak of the Peak Golden Core.
The moment he emerged, two sharp gleams flashed through the Hook-nosed Elder's eyes. He immediately asked the Pale-faced Cultivator, "What happened to make you so furious, Young Master?"
"If this old servant remembers correctly, Young Master went for the Heaven-grade Cave Mansion, Yinfeng Mansion. Could something have gone wrong along the way...?"
The Pale-faced Cultivator's face turned cold. In anger, he punched a nearby tree and said, "Hmph, what could have gone wrong? Someone simply snatched it out from under me!"
The Hook-nosed Elder raised his brows. "Snatched it? How could that be? We sealed off the news that Yinfeng Mansion was up for sale long ago. Even if others were interested, they could not possibly have known."
"Could it be... those brokers had loose tongues and spread the news everywhere, wagging their tongues at random?"
"If that is the case, then after this old servant returns, I ought to properly straighten out those little wretches."
As he spoke, he continued guessing and analyzing the situation.
The Pale-faced Cultivator shook his head. Thinking of how he had initially wasted so much time trying to toy with the other party and force down the price, waves of vexation rose within him.
"It did not count as news being spread recklessly. Someone merely happened to be renting a cave mansion and