They agreed on a time for the trade.
Watching the cultivator surnamed Yan hurry away, Wang Ba's spirits sank straight to rock bottom.
Although the cultivator surnamed Yan had only called it hearsay.
Rumors were already circulating, and the other man had treated it so seriously that Wang Ba felt there was probably an eighty or ninety percent chance of a Sect-Wide Conscription.
Looks like I'll have to seek out Yu Changchun...
Wang Ba thought to himself.
As his supply of Spirit Chickens grew increasingly steady, Yu Changchun's cultivation had gradually reached a critical point as well.
The last time he had seen Yu Changchun, only the eyeballs remained in his face.
All the rest of his skin and flesh had been refined into his Blood Bone.
The sight sent chills down one's spine.
For this reason, Yu Changchun had even specifically cultivated a Law Technique to conceal his face.
At a glance, his features merely looked indistinct.
Wang Ba had not wanted to disturb him, but suddenly hearing about the summons, a matter of life and death, left him no choice but to trouble him.
Thinking rapidly, he soon arrived at the office of Deacon Hao, who handled rentals for Spiritwater Courtyard.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, today isn't rent day. What brings you here?"
Deacon Hao asked curiously.
Stone Cave Residence, Wooden Tower Residence, and Spiritwater Courtyard all fell under Deacon Hao's management. Since Wang Ba regularly came to pay his rent and was generous with his money, he had gradually become familiar with the deacon.
Wang Ba smiled and cupped his hands. "I came today to pay you a little more rent, Deacon."
As he spoke, he slipped the other man a few Spirit Stones with a smile.
Deacon Hao lightly weighed the Spirit Stones in his hand and