"What leads do you have on Jing Ling?" Zhu Zhiying enquired, mustering his patience to humour the hooded figure.
The hooded figure had already discovered Jing Ling's identity, having visited him once during the dark spirit's possession. However, he would not easily divulge such crucial information to Zhu Zhiying.
"He hides in new flesh," the hooded figure revealed. "Much closer than you think he is, but that is not information I'm willing to share without payment. You must do something for me and in return I will lead you directly to Jing Ling."
"There is no credibility to your word," Zhu Zhiying scoffed, setting his hand on the hilt of his sword. "By the time I accomplish your task, your lair will have disappeared from here."
The hooded figure retrieved a black crystal from the confines of his robe, tossing it over his shoulder to Zhu Zhiying who seized it with one hand without shifting from his spot.
