"No need to stand on ceremony, fellow Daoist. This was something Lin promised you to begin with." Lin Xuan's smiling voice entered his ears. "And these Ancient Treasures as well. Their power is not weak, and they should be of some help on your path of cultivation from now on."
As Lin Xuan spoke, he flicked his fingers lightly. Those Ancient Treasures flashed with spiritual light and, as if possessing spirituality of their own, flew before the old man.
The grandfather and granddaughter were naturally both surprised and delighted, filled with gratitude toward Lin Xuan. Though, to be fair, the value of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk was far beyond what a mere few bottles of pills and Ancient Treasures could compare to, sometimes matters could not be looked at so simply.
As the saying went, an ordinary man was innocent, but carrying jade made him guilty. The Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk could truly be called a heaven-defying object, yet precisely because it was too precious, it was not something a mere Nascent Soul Realm minor cultivator was blessed enough to enjoy.
In fact, what had happened just now was the best proof of that.
If they had not been carrying such a wondrous object, why would several golden-robed cultivators have chased them down for no reason?
If they had not happened to run into Lin Xuan, the two of them, grandfather and granddaughter, would likely already have had their souls return to the underworld.
In that sense, without sufficient strength, a treasure was no longer a treasure, but a life-claiming talisman that made one tremble with fear.
If they kept it, they feared it would invite calamity; if they threw it away, they could not bear to part with it.
Caught between left and right, nothing described that treasure better than