When Li Fan opened his eyes again, he saw the sunlit, snow-capped peaks of Yin Mountain.
Last night, after making a brief appearance, Li Fan had immediately returned his soul into the Primordial Spirit of Qiongqi Daozi.
Considering Xu Luoyan's relaxed and bargaining mood, the commotion tonight probably wouldn't affect the bidding for the Tianshi real silk. The large shipment that Tai Fu and the Ziwei Enclosure were fighting over likely didn't exist in the Weaving Bureau's ledgers. As long as the batch of silk that the various Xuanmen factions were watching was safe, those factions' True Immortals and Monarchs who came to purchase the silk probably couldn't be bothered to meddle in the everyday infighting of the Three Enclosures of the Immortal Palace.
