"Yeah, yeah! Stop beating around the bush. Just tell us what happened. All this rambling… are you trying to get us to buy you another pot of Spirit Tea?"
"Haha, you saw right through me!" The man in the conical hat chuckled awkwardly—it was hard to tell if he was faking it—and continued, "After one of their Foundation Establishment Cultivators died, the Wan Family got furious. That's why, as I said before, a lot of people died on both sides. In the end, the mysterious cultivator's side was forced to retreat."
He paused and took a sip of his Spirit Tea.
"I'll give you all another piece of news, so you can't say I'm stingy. Right now, even though the mysterious cultivator's side retreated, they've been cornered by the Wan Family around Yehua Mountain. If anyone here feels daring, you could head over in the next couple of days to try your luck. Who knows? That Qingyang Mirror, worth tens of thousands of Spirit Stones, might just end up in your hands."
