No one dared approach Pan Yun. No one even dared stand higher than Xue Shao and the others, afraid the lightning in the sky might mistake them for someone else. So they stood far away and low to the ground.
Before long, Wang Fei Yin arrived with Miao Zhen and the other two. He casually tossed the three of them over to Xuan Miao and Tao Ji, then swept straight through the flickering web of lightning in the air and stopped before Pan Yun.
Everyone pricked up their ears and widened their eyes at the pair, wanting to hear what they were saying and see what they were doing.
But they were too far away. They could neither hear nor see.
Wang Fei Yin took a stone as large as a basketball from his sleeve and handed it to Pan Yun.
Pan Yun took it in a daze. "What is this?"
"Master gave it to you," Wang Fei Yin said. "Over the years, he has used merit to quell grievances, and his divine power has recovered considerably. This is the finest stone on Mount Sanqing. Nurtured by the wishes of countless people and imbued with divine power, it can be considered the softest and yet hardest thing in the world. It's for you to use in your tribulation."
"It would be such a waste not to use something this good for artifact refinement." Pan Yun raised a brow. "Senior Brother is just giving it to me?"
Wang Fei Yin said irritably, "When has the mountain ever been short of anything for you? Take it. Judging by this, today's matter won't end well. At a critical moment, it might save your life."
Hugging the stone, Pan Yun lowered her eyes and began to think.
At the rate Xuan Miao and Miao