Li Qinghong hurriedly supported him, and Li Xuanxuan introduced:
"This is the loose cultivator from Clan Qian, ninety-eight years old now."
Handing three storage bags to the old man, Li Xuanxuan said:
"According to what was agreed upon earlier, please proceed, elder."
The old man Qian nodded, picked up the storage bag, sent his spiritual sense inside, and poured out a clatter of items—glittering treasures scattered all over the floor.
The old man Qian sighed with relief, then took a second storage bag and poured out another pile of spiritual objects. Seeing that there were no countermeasures, Li Xuanxuan nodded and handed him a spirit stone. A smile appeared on the old man's face.
Li Yuanjiao sat upright, narrowing his eyes slightly, watching as the old man Qian opened the storage bag of the devil cultivator father and daughter, and then picked up the third storage bag—which belonged to the resolute devil cultivator—black and shiny, appearing quite extraordinary.
