Reception Hall.
"Worthy brother, are you truly not going?"
"Not going, not going. This Wang doesn't lack inheritances. That Eastern Peak Capital only has its inheritances as something a little attractive. Relics from the primeval era—what treasures could have been passed down to this day?"
Wang Yu shook his head like a rattle drum, which left the head of the Guan family, who had been trying nonstop to persuade him, somewhat embarrassed.
The Scent Listening Sect Female Cultivator observing from the side spoke up instead. She was not the representative from the North District branch, but a guest from the mountain gate outside the city.
Before this, she had only heard Wang Yu's name; this was their first meeting. Like Hermit Qingyang, she was at Peak Foundation Establishment cultivation, and held a lofty status within the sect.
She could be considered beneath one person and above ten thousand people.
"City Lord Wang has misunderstood. There are not only inheritances inside the relic. Eastern Peak Capital has many residences of imperial clan members, called such-and-such Prince's Residence, and inside are all kinds of treasures that were carefully preserved.
"Pills, magic treasures, talismans, Formation Flags, spirit herbs, spirit materials... et cetera, everything one could want! My Scent Listening Sect once obtained Primeval Scent from a fragrance shop."
Wang Yu meant to refute her, but swallowed the words just as they reached his lips.
It was only sixty or seventy thousand years, after all. Spirit Transformation Cultivators had more than three thousand years of longevity. As long as the inheritance was orderly and there were successors, passing it down for twenty-some generations should be no problem.
Thinking of it this way, having methods to preserve things was also very reasonable.
"Not going, not going. This Wang doesn't like eating things of unknown origin.