Yang Huai, bearing a heart full of sincere devotion, first hurried to the Great Purity Palace and formally paid his respects to his eldest martial uncle.
Within the Great Purity Palace, the Great Purity Daoist looked at Taiwei Zi below, who had observed every courtesy. After a brief moment of thought, he said,
"I possess no great wealth. I shall give you a gourd of golden elixirs and a bottle of pure water!"
Just as Yang Huai stood there in a daze, he smiled and added,
"You may use this bottle of pure water to carefully tend the gourd vine beside your abode. When it bears gourds, simply give your martial uncle one to store elixirs in!"
Yang Huai was overjoyed at these words.
In mythological tales, this eldest martial uncle of his seemed to possess such a gourd. It was said to have been picked from an immortal vine atop Kunlun Mountain and refined into a treasure of unfathomable power.
Could the vine he had encountered be that very immortal vine?
But there seemed to be more than one such immortal gourd vine in the Barbaric Lands, didn't there?
Yang Huai immediately accepted the treasures and tucked them into his robes.
"Thank you, Eldest Martial Uncle!"
After offering a slight bow, he turned and left the Great Purity Palace.
Turning around, he headed straight for the Highest Purity Palace.
Within the Great Purity Palace, the Great Purity Daoist sensed this as well. He shook his head slightly, a helpless smile appearing on his face.
Highest Purity Palace.
The Highest Purity Daoist wore a red robe. His features were handsome, and he seemed unconcerned with minor formalities. He sat casually upon a meditation cushion, an ancient sword engraved with blue-lotus patterns in hand, and grumbled,
"Second Brother truly is unreliable.