"Your Muye Lineage's forging workshop in Xiangdu, as well as the clan members taking part in the Icefield Trial, should go find the master of Xiangdu's Zilu Garden. He'll make the arrangements for you." Xiang Qingcheng accepted the Kuiyang Golden Lock and sensed the surging, everlasting pure yang power within it. A trace of satisfaction appeared on her face. Since she had accepted their gift, Xiang Qingcheng naturally had to show some consideration in return.
"Thank you!" Muye Changting was delighted by Xiang Qingcheng's reply. The Kuiyang Golden Lock had been an unexpected acquisition of his and was indeed a priceless treasure. It simply had little use for him. Though it was useless to him, some people would have given anything to obtain it. Clearly, the person before him was one of them. Merely lending out the Kuiyang Golden Lock for a period of time had earned him such a return—the deal was unquestionably worth it.
Xiang Qingcheng nodded and left without lingering.
"They all left in the same direction. Could it be that they're chasing after that Dongfang fellow?" The same thought flashed through the minds of several people at once.
"Madam Meng, everyone, this old man has already sworn a blood oath. For the time being, I can only work for Mr. Dongfang for a few years." Cheng Dexiang sighed and cupped his fists toward them. "Everyone, I'll take my leave here!"
After bidding farewell to the others, Cheng Dexiang soon vanished into the distance.
Meng Rujun had naturally suffered severe injuries. Her Nascent Soul still felt as though it were being pricked by needles, but at least she had managed to catch her breath. How could she have any thoughts of staying behind now? For the moment, she could only return to her Lineage and gather as