Leaving the auction house, Xiao Yan wandered the streets for some time. When he saw that there weren’t too many people around him, he slipped into a nearby alley. Taking off his black cloak, Xiao Yan grumbled: “Teacher, you almost exposed me back there.”
“Hehe, what I just did; wasn’t that what your heart desires as well?” From the unadorned, pitch-black ring resounded an amused Yao Lao’s laugh.
These words caused Xiao Yan to helplessly shake his head, but it was true that he felt a bit apologetic towards his father. Twice he had auctioned some products and thus twice he had extorted money from Xiao Zhan. He kicked the cloak into the gutter, whispering: “I’ll make it up to him by finding an opportunity to collaborate with the Xiao Clan in the future. That should net him a bit of compensation.”
With prized ingredients in hand, Xiao Yan stuffed them inside his bosom. After exiting the alley, he practically flew back to the Xiao Clan’s residence.
