Lin Xuan reached out and took it, lowered his head slightly, and released his divine sense.
As expected, the wealth inside was no small matter. That was only natural. Old monsters of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage were already the very pinnacle of the cultivation world; regardless of their strength, their fortunes were bound to be abundant.
Though he had not figured out the origins of the two, this result, no matter how one looked at it, could barely be considered acceptable.
"Xiao Die, you've worked hard."
"Brother Lin, why say that? It was only a trifling matter, and besides, it was something this little sister ought to do."
Xiao Die waved her hand, not taking it to heart. "All right, if there's nothing else, I'll return to the Moment Cave Heaven Map first."
"Mm."
Lin Xuan nodded.
Xiao Die's figure flickered, and she had already returned into that ancient, unadorned scroll.
At this point, the matter could be considered temporarily settled, yet Lin Xuan rubbed his forehead with his hand, a trace of contemplation appearing on his face.
It seemed he would have to be a little more careful in his next actions.
If his guess was not wrong, that bald big man and white-haired Old Crone were merely pawns sent ahead. Though Lin Xuan was not a cultivator who feared trouble, in keeping with the principle that one less matter was better than one more, he did not wish to clash with the mysterious force hidden in the shadows.
Thoughts turned through his mind. This place was not suitable for lingering. Lin Xuan waved his hand and released a Spirit Boat, his figure flashing as he entered the cabin.
He gave a slight stomp, and powerful magic power poured in.
Then a great buzzing rose, and a mass of