Immediately afterward, he told Yunxiao every detail of his previous battle with Ran Deng, leaving nothing out.
Though Zhao Gongming never explicitly said it had been Houtu's instruction, Yunxiao's mind was clear and keen, and in an instant she saw through the clues.
She knew in her heart that this must be Saint Houtu deliberately allowing him to emerge into the world to contend for the Saint's opportunity hidden within the Investiture of the Gods.
Yunxiao had long heard of the mysterious and marvelous uses of the Treasure-Dropping Coin.
The Golden Dragon Scissors had been refined from the Origin of two Innate Yin and yang Flood Dragons. Its spirituality was naturally formed, Yin and yang generating one another, making it different from ordinary Innate Spiritual Treasures, and it happened to be able to restrain the Treasure-Dropping Divine Ability of the Treasure-Dropping Coin.
No matter how peerlessly mysterious that Treasure-Dropping Coin was, it could not hope to take away the Golden Dragon Scissors, nor suppress them in the slightest.
Yunxiao lightly raised her jade hand, spiritual qi coiling around her fingertips, and that pair of Golden Dragon Scissors transformed into a streak of clear green light, landing steadily in Zhao Gongming's palm.
She looked at Zhao Gongming and softly warned him:
"Senior Martial Brother, the Investiture of the Gods battlefield is fraught with danger. The Golden Dragon Scissors' power is unmatched. I hope Senior Martial Brother will hold fast to your original heart. May this journey go smoothly, and in all things, take care."
Zhao Gongming tightened his grip around the Golden Dragon Scissors, feeling the surging Ancient Flood Dragon Power within the Magic Treasure. Fighting spirit rolled through his heart, and he cupped his hands toward Yunxiao in salute.
"Many thanks, Junior Martial Sister, for bestowing this treasure. Gongming will