Vast and mighty was the Sea of Origin.
A jade sedan crafted from a single piece of rare jade hovered above the sea.
Even a piece of this jade the size of a fingernail would have been enough to keep a family of three prosperous for twenty years. The fact that an entire sedan had been made from it showed just how enormous the original piece had been.
In the past, such a treasure would certainly have drawn the covetousness of great demons from the sea. Even the dragons might have intervened. Yet now, the sea was calm and peaceful—not a single covetous gaze could be seen.
The bearers carrying the sedan did indeed possess cultivation, but it was not high. All four gave off the aura of Fourth Rank experts. The four bearers were identical, however. None had faces; they merely possessed human-shaped bodies, their skin a metallic bronze. They looked nothing like living people.
The Daoist Sect's Yellow Turban Warriors!
This was the sedan of a Daoist master.
"Grandma, this should be the place." A crisp voice rang out. It turned out that a tiny frog was sprawled atop the sedan. The frog leaped down from the roof and transformed into a delicate, lively girl of twelve or thirteen. Though she was dressed like a maid, anyone with discerning eyes could tell at a glance that every garment and ornament on her body was an extraordinary treasure.
"Cough, cough..." Two coughs came from inside the jade sedan. The curtain was then lifted, and an old woman who looked to be in her sixties or seventies emerged, leaning on a cane. She stood in midair, surveyed her surroundings, then cleared her throat and made a Daoist salute toward the void. "Blessings and boundless Heavenly Venerable... I heard that Martial