"This is..."
Lu Ying'er accepted it respectfully, but the expression on her face was somewhat strange. Still, she did not ask anything. Young Master would surely explain it clearly.
"This bead was condensed from my blood essence and magic power. In other words, it contains my mark. Though the Sky Cloud Trade Fair is a grand event held once every three hundred years, the forces of the human and demon races from twelve prefectures will all gather there. Even saying it's a mix of dragons and snakes isn't enough to describe it. Though there are Enforcement Envoys, in my view, they are far from enough to maintain order. If you encounter any danger, you can crush this bead. Within two hundred li, I will sense it," Lin Xuan said slowly.
"Many thanks, Young Master!"
Lu Ying'er was overjoyed and bowed respectfully. This was also where Lin Xuan differed from other immortal cultivators. Toward his subordinates, he did not merely drive them to serve him; he also did his best to look after them. Unlike those other Nascent Soul Realm old monsters, who regarded their disciples and followers entirely as cattle, horses, and tools—worse than even slaves.
"All right. You may go."
"Yes!"
Watching Lu Ying'er's figure disappear, Lin Xuan then flipped his left hand, and a gauze-thin mask appeared. Needless to say, it was the treasure Meng Ruyan had given him. Without this, attending the Sky Cloud Trade Fair would have been somewhat troublesome. After all, under heavy rewards, there would always be brave men, and there were no few people who wanted to curry favor with the old monsters of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. Ascetic Monk's disguise was very likely to be seen through in a crowded place.
But now that he had this, unless he ran into