The candle flames flickered in the secret chamber. Pang Qianji stroked his white beard and sat upright on the jade-green couch, a trace of barely noticeable greed flashing in his eyes.
"Boss Li, you certainly have refined tastes. Carousing all night at the Celestial Fragrance Tower—did you enjoy yourself?"
Seeing Li Yunjing step in, he raised a hand to signal the disciples to withdraw. His hoarse voice echoed through the enclosed space.
Li Yunjing casually tossed the "Hundred Treasures Pouch" onto the table. As the mouth of the bag loosened, four thousand High Grade Spirit Stones poured out, piling into a small mountain on the stone surface. The dazzling violet radiance lit up the entire secret chamber.
"Fellow Daoist Pang's intel is worth this price."
His tone was flat, but his gaze was like a hawk's, locked on the old man. "I've already fulfilled my part, so I expect you to keep your word."
