The Heaven Mending Pavilion party didn't stand out much in the crowd.
Of course, that was with one exception.
Little One carried a bundle larger than himself, drawing plenty of curious stares from those around him. They looked at the enormous bag with strange expressions.
Normally, people came out of the Hundred Broken Mountains with heaps of bags and bundles. This was the first time anyone had seen someone enter the Hundred Broken Mountains carrying a whole pile of them.
Unable to contain his curiosity, someone asked, "Young friend, what have you brought with you?"
"Lots of treasures!"
With a thump, Little One dropped the sack on the ground and sat on it. The way ahead was blocked anyway, and they wouldn't be moving forward for a while.
"Lots of treasures, in a bag that big?"
No one believed him. Even the beings of other races were astonished. They looked at the bundle, but couldn't sense the slightest trace of power from it. Could it be an ancient treasure that couldn't be stored away?
"Of course!"
Little One patted the enormous sack beneath him, looking quite pleased with himself. He had carefully selected every item, and each one was indispensable.
"Your sect is truly powerful, giving its disciples so many treasures. We're in awe!"
Someone sighed. Whether he was sincerely impressed or speaking with some hidden meaning, only he knew.
The Heaven Mending Pavilion elder Tao Ye felt his face burning. Those weren't treasures at all—they were just pots, bowls, and other odds and ends. At that moment, he wanted to say he didn't know this child and had nothing to do with him.
Su Ye looked at Little One, who was basking in his own smugness, and could only shake his head helplessly. He had tried to catch a