Xu Fan crafted Dao tools for Pang Fu, two of which were rings, the type that were particularly eye-catching when worn on the hand.
Moreover, the Dao tool aura emitted from them was exceptionally thick, and there might even be fluctuations of Immortal Script emanating from them.
"Great Master, since you've said so, I'll accept them." Pang Fu first put the two rings on his fingers.
"That's more like it. Now you're the face of our Hidden Spirit Sect, and we need to give you the best stuff first." Xu Fan patted Pang Fu's shoulder and laughed.
The two chatted for a while until all the spiritual mines in the Snake Spirit Number's spatial warehouse were unloaded. Pang Fu had to leave again to embark on his journey in the Vast Void Domain.
As he was leaving, Pang Fu smacked his forehead, flew to the Snake Spirit Number, and soon brought a young man before Xu Fan.
