Half an hour later, Guo Cheng took the payment from Shen Changchuan and departed.
A short while later, Shen Changchuan emerged from the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, his face grave with thought.
'The Spirit Race, the Witch Clan... This isn't going to be easy!'
As he recalled the information he had gotten from Guo Cheng, a sense of unease settled over Shen Changchuan.
Never mind the Spirit Race; their strongest members were comparable to experts of the Divine Travel Realm.
Even their subordinate Witch Clan, according to Guo Cheng's investigation, had members at the Soul Emergence Ninth Layer!
Trying to snatch food from the jaws of a tiger in front of such powerful beings...
This was going to be far more difficult than simply 'not easy'.
However,
'...perhaps it's not entirely impossible...'
Shen Changchuan hadn't forgotten that he still had a Jade Talisman in his Storage Bag, a 'friendly gift' from Young Master Zhou Lingyun of the Central State.
