"Exchange secrets? What's the method of exchange?" Ren Feifan's eyes shifted, halting the movements of the Ancient Dust Sword in his hand, before placing the sword on his back, and he spoke aloud, "I detest beating around the bush. Just say what secrets you have. If they're valuable, I might consider sparing your life."
The woman glanced at the sword on Ren Feifan's back and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Her life was saved for the moment, but whether she could keep it depended on her every move and word from here on out.
At the same time, her gaze turned toward Wang Chengxiang, clearly indicating her intention to speak the secret to Ren Feifan alone.
Wang Chengxiang had lived for nearly a hundred years and understood the implication right away. He didn't say much else, simply closed the room door, and walked out.
And as he left, he didn't forget to arrange a Concealing Formation for Ren Feifan.
"The man's gone; can we talk now?" Ren Feifan said with interest.