At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, inside the Sect Hall.
A rift opened in space, and Gu Rong stepped out in two strides.
He could not hide the triumph on his face. The moment he landed, he shouted,
"Fengzhi, you old swordsman, the Soul Bones are here!"
At the center of the hall, Ning Fengzhi set down the account book in his hands, while Chen Xin opened his eyes from his rest.
Both men hurried forward to meet him.
"Uncle Bone, did Tang Hao really hand them over?" Ning Fengzhi asked as he approached.
Gu Rong chuckled, pulled two wooden boxes from his robes, and slapped them onto the table.
"Of course. Did he dare refuse? We've got leverage over him. Even if he had to steal or rob, he'd still have to scrape them together."
Gu Rong lifted the lids. Two dense bursts of light, one red and one blue, lit up the hall.
Scorching and gentle waves of Soul Power mingled, and even the hall's temperature shifted.
Chen Xin stepped forward and lowered his gaze to the bones inside. His lean face relaxed slightly.
"Their ages are solid. One is over Sixty-Thousand-Year, and the other is over Fifty-Thousand-Year. Tang Hao really paid through the nose this time."
A satisfied smile appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face, and he was about to praise Gu Rong when the smile faded from Gu Rong's face. Gu Rong let out a long sigh.
"Uncle Bone, what's wrong? What's the catch?" Ning Fengzhi immediately sensed something was amiss.
Gu Rong pointed at the two Stone Boxes on the table and rubbed his brow helplessly.
"They're fine treasures. One is a sixty-thousand-year Crimson Flame Mad Lion Left Arm Bone, and the other is a fifty-five-thousand-year Sea-Covering Mystic Turtle Right Leg Bone. But Little Feng