"Both Zhu Tianlei and Zhu Yi had imparted teachings and knowledge to me, and both had given me magical treasures they once used. To remember their kindness, I never refined some of those treasures, but kept them carefully stored away. Would those magical treasures count as their personal belongings?" Zhu Zhizhen asked.
A smile curled at the corner of Song Wen's mouth.
"Of course they count. Where are those treasures?"
"In my storage ring," Zhu Zhizhen said. "There is a jet-black low-grade magical treasure flying sword that Zhu Tianlei gave me. There is also a mid-grade magical treasure shield that Zhu Yi gave me."
"Zhu Tianlei and Zhu Yi's souls will soon come here to see you." With that, Song Wen's figure slowly vanished.
Outside the sea of consciousness, Song Wen reached into his robes and took out Zhu Zhizhen's storage ring.
After searching through it briefly, a sword and a shield—two magical treasures—suddenly appeared before him.
Song Wen used the Ten-Thousand-Mile Breath-Tracking Technique, activating the lingering traces of aura on the two magical treasures separately.
Two wisps of green smoke drifted out from the treasures and hovered before Song Wen.
To Song Wen's surprise, judging by the angle and direction in which the two wisps of smoke slanted, Zhu Tianlei and Zhu Yi were not in the same place, yet their directions were roughly identical. Both were to the north, in the direction of the Source-Qi Death Domain.
Comparatively speaking, Zhu Tianlei was farther away. Song Wen estimated that Zhu Tianlei was already close to the Source-Qi Death Domain.
Song Wen had assumed Zhu Tianlei would flee toward the heart of the Qicang Region. Instead, he had gone against the grain and hidden near the Source-Qi Death Domain.
As for Zhu Yi, he had been severely wounded by Zhu