"Hasn't this little fellow run away?"
Han Li was somewhat surprised, but he still had someone lead the scoundrel to the side hall to wait.
Back when he had participated in the loose cultivators' meeting, he sold a Pihai Pill to this person. Since the scoundrel's spirit stones were insufficient, he had to do him a favor.
The scoundrel had planned to sneak away, but after searching for a long time, he could never find the marker Han Li had mentioned and could only sulkily make his way to Lingjun City.
He had always been cautious, for fear of what Han Li might do to him, only to find out he had been overthinking, and Han Li really just wanted him to do one thing.
After completing that task, the scoundrel had fled, never contacting Han Li again. More than a year had gone by, and Han Li never expected to see him again.