"There are five hundred mid-grade spirit stones in the Storage Pouch. Since he was killed by a cultivator from the Rainmoist Sect, that means the man and woman did not harm him, and the transaction should have succeeded.
"But there were no spirit stones on Xiao Yi at all. That Rainmoist Sect cultivator not only killed Xiao Yi, he even robbed him of the spirit stones!"
The fair-skinned young man's expression turned incomparably grim. He quickly inferred more of what had happened. The Rainmoist Sect had not only murdered someone, but had also taken the spirit stones Guan Junyi had exchanged his life for.
He even wanted to kill that cultivator. The aura he had been suppressing began to fluctuate violently.
"Under such circumstances, it won't be easy for that man and woman to escape either. The Rainmoist Sect will definitely list them as targets for pursuit!"
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out beside them, startling everyone. But their expressions soon relaxed, and they all looked toward the door.
The light at the entrance dimmed, and an old man with snow-white hair, clad in coarse cloth and hemp shoes, appeared there. Behind him emerged a young man with an ashen face.
The old man in coarse cloth and hemp shoes had an aura as steady as a mountain. He was astonishingly a late Spirit Transformation cultivator. His face showed neither joy nor sorrow, making it impossible to discern the slightest emotional fluctuation.
The ashen-faced young man, meanwhile, was a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Uncle Feng!"
"Uncle Feng, you still came out of seclusion!"
"Greetings, First Elder!"
Apart from the middle-aged woman, who merely bowed slightly with respectful expression and said nothing, the others immediately spoke. Guan Man even performed a formal salute, addressing him as First Elder.
"They have already