At the center of Black Emperor City.
Inside a hall in the heart of a sprawling complex.
An old man in white robes sat in the seat below the place of honor, listening to Chai Ping's report.
"First Elder, that is how it happened."
After reporting all the recent information circulating in Black Emperor City about the Spirit-Gathering Armor, Chai Ping stood to one side and waited.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The sound of fingers tapping an armrest echoed through the hall.
After a while, the white-robed elder finally spoke slowly. "Hmm, leave this matter alone. If the other party truly approaches us to auction this so-called Spirit-Gathering Armor, accept it. Take the usual commission."
"As for that youth named Zhou Changqing, do not provoke him again. If he could defeat Han Feng, his strength is no less than mine. The Sect Master is currently in seclusion. If a conflict with him disrupts the Sect Master's seclusion, you should know the consequences."
Although the white-robed elder's voice was calm, a little cold sweat broke out on Chai Ping's forehead.
As soon as he finished, Chai Ping hurriedly cupped his hands. "Yes, First Elder."
"Mm, you may go."
After Chai Ping left.
The white-robed elder rubbed the space between his brows.
The Sect Master spent year after year in seclusion, leaving almost every matter in the sect, great and small, for him to handle.
His workload was already heavy enough, yet Chai Ping was still making trouble for him.
"Zhou Changqing... Spirit-Gathering Armor..."
Shaking his head, the elder put the matter out of his mind.
Although the other party's strength rivaled his own, he probably would not cause trouble. After all, the Sect Master was merely in seclusion, not dead.
Still, he was somewhat interested in the Spirit-Gathering Armor. Perhaps he could