Walking out the back door of the Second Elder's hall led to an exquisitely maintained courtyard.
Lu Sangjiu followed the path for a short while before spotting a pavilion beside a rockery.
Inside the pavilion, the Sect Leader, still clad in his black robe, was lying comfortably on a chaise lounge with his eyes closed.
"Greetings, Sect Leader."
"Mm," he responded lazily. With a flick of his finger, Gu Jue's storage bag flew over to Lu Sangjiu.
"Find what you need yourself."
Gu Jue's Divine Sense had already been wiped from the storage bag, so anyone could now open it.
Lu Sangjiu took it without ceremony and began to rummage through it.
As she looked inside, she couldn't help but marvel. 'Gu Jue is so rich!'
'Why is the gap in wealth so vast when we're all Direct Disciples of the Four Great Sects?'
'Before I made my own fortune, the number of Spirit Stones I had wasn't even a fraction of his. It's heartbreaking!'
