Yang Zhengshan considered it for a moment, then said, "This one's words carry little weight. I'm afraid I can't be of help!"
"Whether you can help or not, this old man hopes Fellow Daoist Yang will accept this gift of thanks!" Chixia looked at him and said solemnly.
As the saying went, take a man's gift and your hand grows soft; eat a man's food and your mouth grows short.
If he accepted Chixia's thing, then when the matter came to a head, he would have to show at least some consideration, wouldn't he?
Chixia's gift of thanks was not meant to make Yang Zhengshan do anything, but to make Yang Zhengshan stop coveting the foundations of the Xia Xian Sect in the future.
Seeing that Yang Zhengshan was still pondering, Chixia reached out and opened the scroll.
"Fellow Daoist Yang should have seen this thing before!"
The scroll unfurled, revealing the contents of the painting.
After Yang Zhengshan saw what was inside, his expression instead turned grave.
Because the thing in the painting was a Lava Divine General. That was right—the puppet Lava Divine General from Sun Cave Heaven, a third-rank puppet equivalent to a Golden Core cultivator.
Of course, this was not merely a painting. The Lava Divine General inside the painting was real.
"Senior, what do you mean by this?"
Back then, there had been twelve Lava Divine Generals inside Sun Cave Heaven. Yang Zhengshan did not know where those twelve Lava Divine Generals had ended up, but he could guess that they must have fallen into the hands of several formidable Golden Core cultivators.
Such as Tianji Pavilion, Wanbao Trading Company, Wanhua Demon Court, and the like—each had likely gained something.
It was not unexpected that Chixia could obtain one.
But why would Chixia give this