The black alms bowl was ancient and worn, yet it weighed as much as a towering divine mountain.
Su Yi held the alms bowl in his palm and saw that it contained a lump of soil.
The soil was grayish-brown, with specks of starlight flickering faintly within it, emanating dense waves of life force.
This was a piece of Chaos Breathing Soil!
One of the few peerless treasures in the world.
It was Cloud Edge Temple's sect-protecting treasure, buried within the cold pond at the foot of Cold Pool Mountain.
"A Mystic Yin Golden Lotus had originally been planted in this Chaos Breathing Soil, but that golden lotus had not yet come into its own, so I uprooted it entirely."
A voice came from that White Bone Hand.
Su Yi nodded, put away the black alms bowl, and said, "I have troubled you all this time."
Mei Furen hurriedly said, "Lord Fuyou is too courteous. This was what we ought to do."
"Indeed. If not for Lord Fuyou, creatures like us—neither human nor ghost—would never have escaped the seal of the Electrocution Demon Cave. To us, this is a grace akin to being remade!"
The White Bone Hand was deeply grateful as well.
Back in the Electrocution Demon Cave, Su Yi had rescued them one by one from their seals, on the condition that they accompany him to Cloud Edge Temple.
Naturally, they had agreed without the slightest hesitation.
Su Yi rose to his full height from the Rattan Chair and said, "All right. It is time for me to leave."
"Lord Fuyou, please wait."
Mei Furen hurriedly spoke, an unusual hint of nervousness appearing on her face.
"What is it?"
Su Yi asked.
"This concubine boldly wishes to ask Lord Fuyou to point out a bright road for us."