"That guy is living quite comfortably these days!"
Li Tongya was both amused and exasperated, shaking his head helplessly as he watched him seated below that Perfected Person of the Ziyan Sect. He must have reached Foundation Establishment by now, Li Tongya shook his head once more, thinking to himself:
"But now's not a convenient time. I'll see if I can find a chance to ask about it. This Ling Yanzi once promised to deliver spirit stones to my family, but there's been no news for years—yet here he is, enjoying himself."
This person was, of course, Ling Yanzi, the Ziyan Sect cultivator who'd fled to Lijing Mountain back in those days. Li Tongya had joined forces with him to kill those two Changxiao Sect cultivators, but they were left with two storage bags under spell that neither could use. So Li Tongya let him take the bags to exchange for spirit stones, saying he'd send them back.
