Tulong Jian, dressed in black, set down the long hammer he had been carrying on his shoulder, stowed it into his storage bag, and then stepped forward, casting a glance at Li Yuanjiao, thinking to himself:
"Back then, I only saw the light of this magic artifact, never caught sight of my benefactor… Perhaps he was already killed for it, the artifact stolen; I ought to test him first, lest I make a fool of myself."
He walked up, cupped his fist slightly, and said in a quiet voice:
"Greetings, Taoist Fellow!"
The silhouette in the mysterious pattern spiritual mist was highly vigilant, immediately putting away his jade bottle and looking toward him, a faintly hoarse voice transmitting over:
"I've already collected enough Earth Fire Fiend Qi here, the rest I'll leave to you, Taoist Fellow."
He clearly did not want trouble, barely replying before turning to leave, but Tulong Jian wouldn't let him go; he stepped forward, smiling:
