In Dali's accessory shop.
Hong Dali and the rest sat on the sofa as they chatted with White Beard Gate.
"Rascal." Gate drank a mouthful of his wine, showing his displeasure. "I only left for a few days, and you actually came looking for me?"
"Pops." Ace shrugged his shoulders reluctantly. "I have no choice, this is important."
"Speak up. What is so urgent?" Gate pouted. "If it's a small matter, don't blame me for throwing you out."
"Ah, it's a big matter. Absolutely big matter!" Ace was sweating profusely. "We received news that a space fleet is transporting something very important. I heard it's worth a lot. Seeing how nervous they all were, it could be a Soul Stone!"
"Oh?" Hearing that, Gate appeared interested. "Do you know what kind of Soul Stone is it they are transporting?"
"No." Ace shook his head. "We have not even gotten confirmation if it's really a Soul Stone."