And for both of them to bow and scrape like this despite being women of bewitching beauty and peerless allure, they must surely have something extraordinary about them. They were definitely not merely ordinary injured people. Seeing the tension ease somewhat, Wen Changyun seized the opportunity and waved toward Yuan Hao. "You may leave. Daoist Lu has been away for many years, and I have quite a few things to ask him about."
Yuan Hao and Zhou Tong felt uncomfortable all over standing there. The two men, who had already been driven into looking livid, had only managed to make fools of themselves. Before leaving, they did not even dare glance at Lu Xiaotian, afraid they would anger Xiang Qingcheng, whose strength was utterly formidable and whose presence had even moved Wen Changyun. Besides, Lu Xiaotian was far from without roots in Wangyue. When it came to connections, they were nowhere near his equal. Staying longer would gain them nothing, so the two could only leave with bitter hatred in their hearts, tails between their legs.
"Master Wen, you are too kind. There is something I need to return to you." Lu Xiaotian half-reclined in his chair and extended a palm, making a jade urn containing Xiao Tiannan's ashes, along with Xiao Tiannan's Sumeru ring, fly toward Wen Changyun.
"This—this is Junior Brother Tiannan's Sumeru ring!" Wen Changyun recognized it at a glance. He had been about to ask whether Lu Xiaotian had encountered Xiao Tiannan, Luo Qing, and the Silkworm Evil Venerable, but he had not expected Lu Xiaotian to tell him their news before he even asked. Even without a word, the urn of ashes and Sumeru ring before him already explained everything.
Wen Changyun took the urn and Sumeru ring with both hands trembling slightly. His voice