The three headed to Yanzheng Hall.
"Daoist Jianyi, this is my Zhao family's Family Head, Zhao Qingran, and this is my clan's alchemy master, Elder Zhao Guanhong."
"Greetings, fellow Daoists." Wentian cupped his fists in greeting.
Zhao Qingran said, "My Zhao family agrees to the trade Daoist Jianyi proposed before."
As he spoke, he took out a spirit beast pouch from his robes. With a light tap of his finger, a stream of light darted out from the spirit beast pouch and landed on the ground.
It was a black snake covered in black scales, less than two chi long.
The scales over its body were like black gemstones, and its pale golden vertical pupils were filled with coldness.
After appearing outside, it immediately coiled its body, raised its head, looked around in all directions, and flicked its tongue, as though warning them not to provoke it.
Several cun below its snake head was a crimson jade ring.
"It has quite a temper." Wentian smiled faintly.
