The Creation Gourd had undergone a new change. Han Changming was in an excellent mood and was willing to meet Xie Zisen.
Quite a few Body Integration Cultivators were currently on Nine Dragon Island. All of them wished to meet Han Changming or Han Debiao, but not everyone was blessed with such an opportunity.
Han Zhangxiang nodded, took out a red formation plate, and cast a spell into it. "Fangyuan, bring Fellow Daoist Xie to Dry Yang Peak. Changming wants to see him."
"Yes, Patriarch."
Han Fangyuan's voice came from the red formation plate.
After chatting for a few moments, Han Changming returned to Dry Yang Peak.
Not long after, Han Fangyuan arrived with Xie Zisen.
"This junior, Xie Zisen, pays his respects to Senior Han."
Xie Zisen bowed, looking somewhat nervous.
Times had changed. Han Changming was now a Mahayana cultivator; saying he was not nervous would have been a lie.
There were Mahayana cultivators in the Green Lotus Starfield, but they were like divine dragons whose heads were seen but tails unseen. Xie Zisen had never had the chance to speak with one. This was his first time standing so close to a Mahayana cultivator.
"I heard you had something to tell me. Speak freely. There are no outsiders here."
Han Changming said.
Xie Zisen took out an exquisite golden jade casket and handed it to Han Changming. "This is something this junior obtained in his early years. I have never been able to determine its origins. Keeping it in this junior's hands would only leave a pearl buried in dust. It should be given to Senior Han instead—a treasure belongs with a hero."
"A treasure?"
Han Changming accepted the jade casket and opened it. Inside lay a pitch-black formation plate, its surface inscribed with countless profound runes