The young man stared, dumbfounded, as though he had seen something impossible.
But all he had before him was an Arhat Relic.
Granted, it was valuable. But most of its Buddhist light had been spent. What remained could not compare to the white lotus, let alone many of the treasures that had been rejected.
Even so, the young man picked it up with great care, held it to the sunlight, and examined it closely before speaking.
"Where did you get this?"
His voice had lost all its earlier indifference. He sounded courteous now—even a little humble.
Zhou You answered.
"Someone I know gave it to me."
"May I ask that person's name?"
Zhou You shrugged.
"Sorry. I know it, but it wouldn't be right to give out his name without permission..."
The young man did not press him. Instead, he asked, "Then may I ask your name?"
Zhou You answered that readily.
"Zhou You."
After a moment's thought, he added,
"The Heaven-Piercing Sword, Zhou You."
At the title, several people behind them looked up. Someone even cried out,
"The Heaven-Piercing Sword? Didn't you just steal something from Rosy Clouds Temple? We spent a whole month looking for you because of it. How did you—"
But then
the young man shot him a sidelong glance.
Unlike his courtesy a moment ago, his gaze was ice-cold, as if he had spotted a pile of filth in the street.
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
"Uh... I was—" "I said, did I give you permission to speak?"
The man tried to explain, but the young man shook his head and said,
"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't make more of this. Get lost. You don't need to attend this Tianyuan Conference."
The man panicked at once.
"Wait, wait! I