"This is an Insect Whistle, used to control insects."
Zhong Jingshan spoke with concise precision.
The Insect Whistle was shaped like a suona, thin at the top and thick at the bottom. Shallow runes were drawn over its dark bluish-black shell, and its sound was like insect and bird alike, crisp and wondrous.
From the talisman paper the Black-Robed Youth had handed him, Lu Xuan learned that the Insect Whistle was a type of Magic Tool for controlling insects. It could imitate the cries of many insects, helping cultivators better control all kinds of strange insects.
On the Insect Whistle Zhong Jingshan had given him, there still remained the aura of his Spiritual Power, which possessed a powerful deterrent force against the strange insects he raised in Insect Valley.
"I'll leave this place to you."
The Black-Robed Youth nodded at Lu Xuan and tossed him a Storage Bag. Immediately afterward, countless long, thin black threads on his robe hissed in unison, transforming into a streak of black light that vanished into the horizon.
"Junior Brother Lu, Junior Brother Zhong has always been this quiet and sparing with words. For him to say this much to you is already quite good."
"He has already left Insect Valley. I estimate he'll be heading out sometime in the next two days, so all the strange insects here will be your responsibility."
"This is my Communication Talisman. If there's any problem too difficult to resolve, you can come find me."
Ge Pu gave Lu Xuan a few instructions. The Black and White Taiji Pattern behind his head appeared out of thin air, light flickered in his twin pupils, and in an instant he burrowed into the black-and-white Light Orb.
"They just left like that?"
Their brisk, clean departure left Lu Xuan unable to adjust