The matter turned out to be much smoother than imagined.
Walking westward, Jia Ren encountered Yan Er halfway.
Excitement was written all over Yan Er's face as he eagerly conveyed the good news to Jia Ren.
Unexpectedly, things went so smoothly—or to be precise, too smoothly.
Immediately after Yan Er explained the situation, the Corpse Guardian, his eyes brimming with tears of excitement, agreed without hesitation.
"Here are the Spirit Stones for you, Daoist Friend!"
Jia Ren delivered the agreed-upon ten thousand Spirit Stones.
One leading and the other following, they made their way towards Xi Mang Mountain.
This place was desolate and silent, without a trace of human presence, with only a solitary hut sitting here, remarkably 'cold'.
A thin, long-faced cultivator stood outside the door, his eyes dull. Upon seeing Yan Er bring someone, those eyes seemed to come alive.
"Daoist Friend, your business is my business; I will do my utmost to accomplish it!"
