'As expected of the Purple Mist Sect. So generous.'
Li Chang'an marveled to himself.
'If it were him, he couldn't bear to part with such a precious Treasure.'
In terms of value...
This Treasure was in no way inferior to the Treasure Armor he had once given Zi Yun. In fact, it might even be more valuable.
He put it away carefully and thanked her solemnly, "Many thanks, Daoist Zi."
"It's nothing. I'm just glad you like it!"
Zi Yun's smile was lovely and her eyes were bright. Her purple dress fluttered gently, and she carried a faint, sweet fragrance.
Behind her, the Flying Ship came to a steady halt.
Zi Xi and the other Purple Mist Sect Cultivators landed one by one on Changqing Mountain, each presenting a congratulatory gift.
After their previous encounters, Li Chang'an was already quite familiar with them.
Just as he was about to invite everyone to take their seats, he suddenly sensed something and looked toward the distant horizon.
At almost the same time...
