Behind the South Celestial Gate.
Lü Yang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing up at the sky. He watched as streaks of light fell toward the layers of palaces before him, each one a Foundation-Stage Cultivator.
But right now, he couldn't be bothered with any of that.
Before he left, Minor Metal's sudden telepathic message still echoed in his ears:
'What a strange deal... He actually wants me to stay in the Secret Realm for as long as possible. Why? The price he offered was very generous, though...'
Lü Yang's Heart Spirit sank into his Spiritual Space.
When it came to deals, Minor Metal had always been generous. A job done was a reward earned. He never withheld payment; you could say he was a model employer.
In the next moment, a swath of scripture appeared before Lü Yang's eyes.
The *Taiyin Kan Yuan Scripture*!
