Wang Wu was still reeling in shock.
A figure flashed before his eyes, and the woman in yellow had already appeared before his true body, pinching that Supreme Hair of his.
She tossed several dozen small gold-embroidered bags straight into his arms, then stood there, smiling at him.
But by now, all Wang Wu felt was a chill crawling down his spine.
Because there was no way that Elder Hui, his conveniently acquired master, had arranged this by such coincidence. He must have deduced it all long ago. Those three tasks he had assigned Wang Wu earlier had been meant to awaken him.
Even now, having a disciple appear out of nowhere at his most helpless moment—not only saving everything, but also making him realize just how unfathomably capable his master truly was.
He had to be in awe!
His master wanted him to learn what awe was.
With that thought, Wang Wu hurriedly set the gold-embroidered bags aside, rose to his feet, and clasped his hands as he bowed deeply to the woman in yellow.
"Senior Sister, you have worked hard. Master's calculations were divine; he saved me from the depths of fire and water. Such a great kindness is no different from giving me life anew! Zhige will never dare forget it in this lifetime!"
"Don't be so nervous. We're family. Did you think we would just stand by and watch you get bullied by a few pathetic little immortals from the Thief Sect? But you must be more careful in the future. This Cultivation World is far more complicated than you imagine."
The woman in yellow was clearly quite pleased with Wang Wu's attitude.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister. But what is the Thief Sect?"
Wang Wu asked humbly.
"The Thief Sect is the Thief