The man sitting on the rock wore black robes and a hood, concealing his true face. The woman lying on the ground was Chu Fangfang. Though she lay facedown in tattered clothes, her figure and hairstyle were much the same as before.
"A Nascent Soul!" The boat stopped offshore, and Mo Caihuan could clearly feel the powerful spiritual pressure radiating from the man in black. He was unquestionably a Nascent Soul expert.
"Faster than I expected. You must care deeply about your Dao companion." Sitting on the rock, the man said leisurely, "Hand over the spirit stones, or she dies."
"What did you do to her, Senior?" Mo Caihuan asked as she jumped off the flying boat.
"Nothing much. Just a simple soul search. Unlucky for her, she ran into me on her way back to the Teleportation Gate. I was only grabbing a few Golden Core cultivators to refine into puppets in preparation for the opportunity that comes once every three hundred years. I never expected a bonus. While searching her soul, I learned that you had two super-grade spirit stones."
"There's no need to explain so much, Senior," Mo Caihuan said. "First, I need to confirm that she can recover."
"Heh. Do you think a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator like me would lie?"
"Being a Nascent Soul cultivator only proves that you're exceptionally talented, Senior. It doesn't mean you possess the integrity to deal honestly with others," Mo Caihuan said. "Though I lack talent, I still understand that virtue and ability have no direct connection."
"Heh, you're a sensible one," the man in black said. "You're right. People always assume that the strong must also be virtuous. What utter fools. With someone as sensible as you, I won't bother pretending to be some venerable master." He stood and