Drawing Snakes Out of the Hole

Lonemoon glanced over the dishes on the table, his eyes darkened, but he showed no intention of eating. "It's not necessary. We are not here to eat."

"Yes, yes." The person's smile was even more careful. "Spirit stones will be ready soon, very soon!" He looked carefully at Lonemoon's expression, and something flashed in his eyes. Carefully he proposed, "Senior is a Soul Formation Supremacy, and your time is precious. You must not be able to waste too much time on us insignificant people. There were many who owed Supremacy spirit stones, how about… I go on behalf of Supremacy and tell all of them to send the spirit stones here?"

Lonemoon gave him an inexplicable look, but didn't reply. Only when that person's complexion turned paler and paler, and cold sweat started forming on his forehead, did he finally let out a laugh, nodded and said, "Okay!"