Once the transaction was complete.
Zhou Changqing and his companions took their leave.
Liu Wufeng even courteously escorted them part of the way.
Watching the white-clad figure disappear into the crowd, Liu Wufeng narrowed his aged eyes.
Just then, an old man approached Liu Wufeng and whispered, "First Elder, should we..."
As he spoke, he drew a finger across his throat, a vicious gleam flashing in his eyes.
This was Che Cheng, the Third Elder of Black Emperor City, a powerful Seven-Star Dou Huang.
Liu Wufeng's gaze flickered. Clearly, the suggestion tempted him, but after some thought, he finally shook his head slightly and rejected it.
"This young man is no ordinary person. Even I cannot gauge his depths. Ever since he arrived in Black Emperor City, he has acted openly and boldly, showing no fear of our Black Emperor Sect. I suspect he has considerable backing and means at his disposal."
"Moreover, he has close ties with Jia Nan Academy."
"Unless necessary, we would do well not to provoke him."
"Let us return. Have the sect's master smiths study those two sets of Spirit-Gathering Armor and see whether they can replicate them. If they succeed, our sect will gain another powerful asset."
After leaving the venue, the Rakshasa Gate party did not return to the Black Emperor Pavilion. Without lingering a moment, they left Black Emperor City.
Under Su Mei's lead, they hurried toward the spot where their flying magical beast had landed upon their arrival.
By now, word that Zhou Changqing possessed precious treasures had long since spread. Combined with his enormous gains at the auction, it had likely drawn quite a few covetous eyes.
With such a tremendous temptation, even the Black Emperor Sect might be tempted.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, it was naturally best to