Yin Spirit Temple.
In the dark and gloomy cave dwelling, Sect Leader Yin Yiqing's narrow and long phoenix eyes sparkled with profound and cold light.
Surrounded by the vast Ghost Altar, the ground was covered with various types of Spiritual Materials collected by Spirit Condensation Realm Great Cultivators; at this moment, he looked at a familiar "Ghost Commanded Token" and sighed, "Old Lou..."
Elders of the Spirit Condensation Realm were the backbone of any sect, and Lou Yunming's death grieved him deeply.
"Sect Leader, what should we do with these Spiritual Materials and items we have acquired through trade?"
Han Zhiyuan asked with a bitter expression.
"You handle it personally, don't let anyone know that we still have a connection with Pang Jian."
Yin Yiqing frowned slightly and spoke cautiously, "The total value of these materials actually turns out to be slightly higher than our estimation for Pang Jian; it's just more troublesome to deal with."
