"If we delay too long, once the senior members of the Emotion Crossing Sect come to their senses and lock down the clues, trying to get in for an investigation will be as difficult as climbing the heavens."
Just as the two women hesitated whether to change plans and head to Chouyun Pass,
"Knock, knock."
The redwood door of the private suite was gently knocked, and a voice with a hint of deference from the Market Steward came from outside:
"Dear guests, another person has taken up the challenge."
Upon hearing this, He Qinyuan furrowed her already knitted brows even deeper.
"Another useless individual?"
Hua Jingxin muttered under her breath, having lost faith in the Demon Cultivators at the Greed Demon Vein Market.
He Qinyuan took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in her heart, and spoke coldly: "Enter."
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
Walking in was an old man dressed in a gray cloth robe.
