"Next time we meet, who knows when it will be."
Lu Xuan watched as Hong Qinghai's figure disappeared into the fine thunderous light filling the sky, his heart filled with wistful emotion.
Hong Qinghai had followed him for many years, always managing his shop business with utmost diligence. Lu Xuan held great trust in him and, upon parting, did not stint in gifting him two rare treasures.
A Fifth Grade Essence Spirit Pill and a Sixth Grade Faceless Ice Soul Sword Talisman—these were considered supreme treasures for Hong Qinghai, who was still in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
"That shop in Sword Abyss City has unfathomable potential. Once it slowly picks up, I'll bring him over."
He made the decision quietly in his heart.
Several days later, only two E-Mu Green Thunder Vines were left in the cave abode, and all the spirit beasts had been arranged into his personal spatial.