"There's nothing worth seeing." As he spoke, Hui Zhen unconsciously touched his chest.
"To you, Master, that Jade Buddha may be nothing remarkable. But to a rogue cultivator like me, it is a supreme treasure I could never come into contact with in my entire life," Song Wen said.
Then Song Wen turned to Ming Cheng.
"What do you think, young friend Ming Cheng?"
Whether Ming Cheng truly felt that way or was deliberately flattering Hui Zhen, he spoke with a sincere expression.
"We could indeed never come into contact with such a supreme treasure in our lifetimes."
"Ah!" Song Wen sighed, his voice downcast. "Young friend Ming Cheng, it seems neither of us has the good fortune to lay eyes on such a treasure."
Hui Zhen hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Fine. I'll let you have a look."
As he spoke, he reached toward his neck and pulled out a thin black cord.
He gently tugged on the cord, drawing a Jade Buddha statue three fingers wide from beneath the clothes over his chest.
The Buddha statue was pure white throughout, emanating a rich Buddhist aura, as though an eminent monk had descended into their midst.
"My father personally refined this Jade Buddha. It can withstand a full-power strike from an early-stage Void Refinement cultivator. Whenever I face a lethal threat, it will automatically protect its master," Hui Zhen said smugly.
Looking at the statue, Song Wen immediately understood: it was precisely because Hui Zhen relied on this Jade Buddha that he dared to come to North City late at night with only his lackey Ming Cheng.
The Jade Buddha's ability to automatically protect its master meant that almost no one in Cloud-Hidden City could threaten Hui Zhen.
Even a Void Refinement cultivator would have to think twice