"Your master, Feng Benxian, was a surviving member of Heaven's Realm? Do you have any proof?" I was extremely surprised as well. If he really was one of the old survivors, and wasn't too wicked, then Heaven's Realm was in dire need of manpower right now, so naturally we would want to draw him over.
"Yes! He kept this hidden for a long time. He only told me the truth because I'm his disciple. After all, the things he did weren't exactly fit for public knowledge. Later, he was even driven out by other forces, so he took me wandering all over the place. Otherwise, how would he have known there was something inside..." Zou Ruojin hurriedly explained.
"Hmm, an old member of Heaven's Realm." Zhao Qian sized him up from head to toe before looking at me. "Brother Tian, take out his things. Let's go through them again."
However, faced with Zhao Qian's suspicion, Zou Ruojin remained utterly confident. He pointed at a yellow-jade ring that had rolled out of the bag and said, "It's my master's legacy. There's some information about him inside. If you don't believe me, read it yourselves. I planned to take it out later for my disciples to see. After all, one's lineage is very important, right?"
By then, I already believed him halfway. Still, I felt speechless about a wicked cultivator like Zou Ruojin. Heaven's Realm's first old survivor was actually someone like this—it was simply the height of absurdity.
I quickly read the information inside, then sank into thought as I digested the truth and falsehood mixed within. I discovered that this fellow's master had indeed come from a thoroughly orthodox lineage. However, Feng Benxian was no good person. He had dabbled in all sorts of troublemaking, and after Heaven's Realm fell,