Wan Jianyi's face darkened, and a lantern appeared in his hand.
Within the lantern, a candle flame flickered.
The dim yellow light was not particularly bright, yet the moment it spread out, all the vengeful spirits and ghosts whose figures had emerged fell utterly silent, as though they had encountered their natural nemesis.
Even the eerie ghostly aura around them was restrained to the utmost as they swiftly concealed themselves within the ghostly mist.
Only then did Wan Jianyi turn to Su Shi'er.
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. I value trustworthiness above all else and have always kept my word."
"As long as you hand over the Golden Silver Dual Source, I can guarantee the safe departure of both you and the person inside the cave."
Su Shi'er shrugged and shook his head with a smile. "Fellow Daoist, that was not all we agreed upon."
Wan Jianyi raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh? How about I grant you another fortuitous opportunity on top of that?"
Su Shi'er still shook his head. "Fortuitous opportunities hold no meaning for this old man. So long as Fellow Daoist agrees to make one move on this old man's behalf, the Golden Silver Dual Source will immediately become yours."
There was no cultivator who did not desire fortuitous opportunities.
But Su Shi'er knew full well that matters had their order of priority. If the Venerable Lord of Demon Shadow Palace was not eliminated, then no matter how good the opportunity was, he would have no fortune to enjoy it.
"Once the Golden Silver Dual Source leaves your body, it cannot return."
"If I lead my people in forcibly attacking, do you think... the two of you can withstand it?"
Wan Jianyi narrowed his eyes, and a glint of cold light flashed through them.
Unhurried, Su Shi'er said,