"Senior, what about that formation?"
Senior White Crane shook his body. The divine light around him seemed to have grown even more resplendent after that bout of movement.
"I have already swallowed the formation. If anyone tries to set up this grand formation in the future, I will sense it."
Seeing him ask, the White Crane before him cast him a sidelong glance and spoke.
"Finding this formation was your contribution. This is for you."
A snow-white feather drifted down from Senior White Crane's body, hard yet concealing a thread of spiritual charm.
"The sect already knows of this matter, and the reward has been issued to your personal token."
"I see that you travel outside often and are familiar with my younger brother, the boy. This Long Feather contains a small space. It can serve as storage, or as a portable little grotto-heaven, making it convenient to store treasures while traveling."
Lu Qing knew that Senior White Crane had noticed that he was practically piled high with spoils.
It could not be helped. When he reported the matter, he had already been quick-eyed and swift-handed in successfully completing the great business of looting corpses.
So White Crane Boy was his younger brother?
"Thank you, Senior."
The Long Feather had already drifted down before him.
Before Lu Qing could say anything more, Senior White Crane lightly nodded. Then, just as when he had arrived, he pecked with his beak. The surrounding space paused, ripples spreading out as a crack widened and widened. With a light flap of his wings, he had already left this place.
No wonder he had come so quickly. Lu Qing looked at the space closing back up.
He did not know what to say.
The "please wait" in the token had truly meant exactly that.
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