The cave dwelling regained its tranquility.
Pang Jian sat rigidly on his meditation cushion, his face clouded with worry as he sipped from the jug of wine that Qi Qingsong had left for him.
His deep gaze occasionally flickered toward the blue garment and the shiny silver Token that Qi Qingsong had placed on the wooden table.
"Stay out of it? Withdraw completely?"
He shook his head, his complexion dark and surly, his body radiating ferocity and coldness.
The ruler of the Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands, Cao Mang, the Jiuyuan Elder of the Blood Moon, the unnamed elder of the Yin Spirit Temple…
Shadows, some clear, some blurry, flickered through his mind.
After a long while.
"One million Spirit Stones."
Pang Jian let out a soft exclamation, a tangible killing intent in his eyes.
