Su Shi'er's thoughts turned, and his expression returned to calm indifference. He already had a plan for this matter.
After leaving the Secret Pavilion, he would seek out Venerable Tianhong and ask about it.
But no matter what, being allowed to choose any one third-grade magic treasure from the Secret Treasure Pavilion, along with a promise from Leng Yan, an elder of the Secret Pavilion—either one lay beyond Su Shi'er's expectations.
After all, the main purpose of this journey had been to save his pitiful disciple.
As for the sect's compensation, the more, the better. There was no such thing as too much or too little!
Su Shi'er did not refuse and hurriedly said, "Senior, you are too courteous. Since that is the case, this junior will gladly accept. If you ever need anything in the future, I will certainly come seek you again."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Feng Fei. He intended to bid farewell and leave.
But before he could speak, Leng Yan's voice rang out once more.
"Enough. Now, let us handle the last matter of importance! According to Tianhong, at the entrance to the Sinful Path, you used your heart as a wager to strike a deal with a mysterious existence wearing a ghostly mask."
"Have you felt any discomfort since then?"
Her icy voice carried not the slightest ripple of emotion.
Su Shi'er's body trembled slightly, and he immediately swallowed the words of farewell that had been on his lips.
Although he knew that, given her character and abilities, she could not possibly stand by and do nothing, he had not exactly left a good impression on her.
Before she brought it up, Su Shi'er could not possibly mention it himself.
Yet not mentioning it did not mean he was not worried. Now