Jade Statue

Tu Shan Jun seemed to have known Wu Rong would come. Not a trace of surprise showed on his face; he still wore that calm expression.

He had been walking slowly to begin with.

He crossed the long stone steps.

Sorting through the things in his storage ring.

He left the damaged Dao soldier Dragon Pearl and True Dragon Reverse Scale to Wu Rong.

The Yin Soul Pills, Spirit Stones, and heavenly treasures he had accumulated over the years were also left for them to keep close, along with the Golden Core Formation Pills he had refined and the Nascent Soul Formation spiritual items he had sought out.

The Nascent Soul Formation spiritual items were to be saved for Zhou Xinglie, in case they were needed someday, lest the time came to use them and there was nothing available.

He did not wish to touch the sect's reserves. Apart from baleful qi, the Soul Banner required no other resources for replenishment. He had to leave something behind for these disciples and descendants.

Though there truly were distinctions between those close and those distant, Tu Shan Jun was, after all, the sect's patriarch. When it came to matters of right and wrong, he could still treat everyone equally.

Wu Rong looked toward Tu Shan Jun's tall figure in the distance.

In his eyes, his master had always been lofty and imposing, and that was no exception now.

At times, even if a fleeting look of dejection appeared, it vanished in an instant. It was precisely because of this that he had overlooked the fact that his master, Tu Shan Jun, had always been a sentimental man. His master was merely more reserved and did not reveal it easily.

He did not think there was any issue with identity.

A master was