Watching as Old Qiu from the Celestial Secret Pavilion came out to greet him, Liu Zixuan handed over the stone: "I don't know many people here in the Celestial Capital. Please help me find a craftsman to carve this stone into a figure of Ba Xia."
"Ba Xia, one of the nine sons of the dragon?" Old Qiu guessed Liu Zixuan's intention upon hearing this and nodded immediately: "No problem, give me a few days, and I'll make sure you're satisfied!"
"Thank you very much." Liu Zixuan cupped his hands and smiled at Old Qiu.
Old Qiu raised an eyebrow: "I just got a tip-off and heard you had some friction with Fan Xingkong?"
"The Celestial Secret Pavilion lives up to its name; news travels so fast there!"
Old Qiu smiled smugly: "From this vantage point over the Celestial Capital City, nothing escapes my eyes. But, young Liu, I advise you that Fan Xingkong has someone influential backing him!"
"Influential? How influential?" Liu Zixuan asked curiously.
