"No! Right here is fine!" Wang Yan certainly would not follow the middle-aged cultivator so readily. From the man's secretive manner, he could tell that he was no kindly soul. Who knew what might happen if he went along? With that thought in mind, he spoke.
"Tsk! How is this any place to talk?" The middle-aged cultivator smacked his lips in displeasure, then lowered his voice. "Think about whose territory this is! Talking about their affairs here-isn't that courting death?"
"I never asked you to say it aloud!" Wang Yan already had a plan. As he spoke calmly, spiritual light flashed over his hand, and a Jade Slip appeared in his palm. He pressed it to his forehead, sending threads of red light into it, then held it out to the middle-aged cultivator. "If you want to earn those twenty Spirit Stones, answer all the questions inside. Just record your answers directly in the Jade Slip. If you don't want to, forget it!"
"You...!" The corners of the middle-aged cultivator's eyes twitched at Wang Yan's expression. Still, he took the Jade Slip and held it in his hand. "Fine!" he said heavily, then pressed it to his forehead...
This middle-aged cultivator was no important figure, but after so many years of getting by, he had seen plenty of the world. He knew fooling this youngster was impossible. Still, twenty Spirit Stones was no small sum. For a minor figure like him, only what he earned and put in his own pocket truly belonged to him.
"Hm?" After holding the Jade Slip against his forehead for quite some time, the middle-aged cultivator suddenly looked startled. He glanced at Wang Yan and hesitated, then streams of green spiritual light flowed steadily into the Jade Slip. A dozen or so breaths later, he