Jieyin watched the Three Pure Ones arm Su Miao to the teeth on the light screen, his golden eyes showing little reaction.
Zhunti sat across from him. "Senior Brother, when our disciples went out to travel, what did you give them?"
Jieyin said, "One protective Dharma Artifact and three bottles of Alchemical Pills."
Zhunti said, "I gave them two, and told them to remember to bring back local specialties."
Watching the tiny figure ride away on an Auspicious Cloud, Zhunti suddenly felt that whenever Western Teachings disciples went out, they all looked like unloved wild children. They dared set off with nothing but a small bundle on their backs. How could they possibly have such pomp?
Were the two of them too stingy with their disciples?
Nuwa felt the same. She recalled what she had given Fuxi when he had gone traveling long ago.
It seemed she had given him nothing.
Back then, she had thought her elder brother's cultivation was higher than hers, so there was no need for her to worry.
Later, Fuxi had been won over by Di Jun. Later still, when Fuxi died, she finally began to regret it.
If she had given him more back then, would the ending have been different?
In the Rogue Cultivator Teahouse, an old white-haired rogue cultivator held his tea bowl and clicked his tongue.
"Did you see that? Any one of the things Fairy Miao Heng has hanging on her would take Rogue Cultivators like us ten thousand years to save up for."
A younger rogue cultivator sucked in a breath. "That bracelet on her wrist... judging by its treasure light, it's probably at least a high-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure."
A demon cultivator at the next table cut in.
"You call this traveling? This is a grand tour. What