The Ancestor's Collection

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed!

One day.

Cheng Buzheng left his Cave Mansion and stepped into the air, soaring toward the Back Mountain Forbidden Area on White Cloud Peak.

A short while later.

He arrived before a Stone Gate and cupped his fists in a bow.

"Your disciple requests an audience with the Ancestor!"

A breath later, a familiar voice came from within the Stone Gate.

"Come in!"

Almost at the same time, the Stone Gate swung open of its own accord, though there was no wind!

Seeing this,

Cheng Buzheng paused to consider it, then walked straight into the Cave Mansion.

He crossed into the hall and saw Ancestor Zhong seated on the throne at its far end, watching him with a faint smile!

Without hesitation, Cheng Buzheng immediately bowed deeply.

"Your disciple pays his respects to the Ancestor!"

After speaking,

Cheng Buzheng gazed at Ancestor Zhong with eager, pleading eyes. The meaning in them was clear as day!

But at that moment, as he looked at Scumbag Zhong's smiling face, he couldn't help feeling that the smile held a deep, malicious intent.

A thought crossed his mind.

No way!

Was the scumbag planning to go back on his word?

Surely not!

After all, the man was a mighty cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm. He wouldn't pull a fast one on his own disciple, would he?

Cheng Buzheng thought anxiously.

Seated on the throne, Ancestor Zhong looked at Cheng Buzheng with amusement and teased him.

"Relax!"

"The Ancestor keeps his word. It's not as if these few things matter to me!"

"Come along!"

Then Ancestor Zhong rose to his feet and turned toward a passageway off to one side.

Seeing this,

Cheng Buzheng finally let out a breath of relief.

After all, wasn't