Back mountain of Azure Dragon Temple.
When Zhao Ya carefully opened the box he obtained from Yu Zhang, he was taken aback.
For inside was not the celestial treasures or rare elixirs he had imagined, but a simple, antiquated key.
The key was made of bronze, inscribed with mysterious patterns, exuding an ancient and enigmatic aura.
Zhao Ya examined it in his hand for a long time but couldn't decipher anything unusual.
Other than confirming it must be an antique, there was nothing particularly remarkable about it.
However, the fact that Yu Zhang valued it so highly and carried it with him clearly indicated that the key was extraordinary.
Even though he couldn't see anything special about it for now, Zhao Ya still carefully placed it back in the box and returned to Azure Dragon Temple.
At this time, the New Year was only three days away, and most of the disciples whose homes were nearby had already left.
The once bustling Azure Dragon Temple now seemed quite empty.
