"What brings you here this time, Master?"
Xia Ping looked at North Nether Saint curiously.
"Though the Universe Sect may seem to be flourishing, it still has plenty of enemies lurking in the shadows."
North Nether Saint said solemnly, "Now that you've become my disciple, I imagine plenty of hidden forces have their eyes on you. When you go out on this mission, you might encounter unexpected dangers."
"If you're killed by someone your own age, that just means you haven't learned your skills well enough."
"But if some old fossils disregard their dignity and attack you in secret, I absolutely won't tolerate it."
He looked at Xia Ping. "So, before you leave on this mission, I'll give you a talisman. If you encounter danger you can't overcome, use it immediately. It's equivalent to a strike from a Saint."
"But there's only one, so I hope you use it wisely. Once it's used, it's gone. Understand?"
As soon as he finished speaking, North Nether Saint swept his hand through the air.
What?!
Xia Ping jumped in alarm. A wormhole suddenly appeared right in front of him, and a golden talisman passed through space, arriving directly before him.
The golden talisman floated in midair, radiating a chaotic aura and an unfathomable power.
He had long known that Saints were unimaginably powerful, but this display still startled him. It seemed that space simply didn't exist for a Saint.
With a mere thought, one could open a passage through space and travel through wormholes.
At this level, one could survive anywhere in the universe without breathing oxygen and withstand most of its dangers.
"Thank you, Master."
Xia Ping quickly came back to his senses and accepted the talisman. It was an incredibly powerful trump card. With it, he no longer had to worry