"A token?"
Fang Yun swept his divine sense over Lei Tingyu's treasures inside the Heaven-and-Earth Shell, then raised his hand. A Lotus Round Disk appeared in his palm. It looked as though it had been forged from black iron, but weighed dozens of times more.
"That is the very thing." Jing Liren sounded somewhat dejected. He had not expected Fang Yun to have truly obtained all of Lei Tingyu's treasures.
"Lead the way," Fang Yun said.
Walking the Blue Clouds rose beneath Jing Liren's feet. Fang Yun followed in the Marquis Wu Chariot, while Zhu Qiyue brought up the rear.
As they flew through the air, Jing Liren repeatedly glanced back at Fang Yun's Marquis Wu Chariot.
After a while, Jing Liren could not resist asking, "Void Sage Fang, have you changed chariots?"
Fang Yun gently stroked the Marquis Wu Chariot's armrest and said, "Yes. I replaced it with a new one."
"This Marquis Wu Chariot seems even more antiquated, but when I look closely, it feels as though a mountain is pressing down on my heart. At first glance, there is nothing remarkable about it beyond its age, but closer inspection reveals that every part fits together as naturally as if heaven itself had fashioned it. It is far superior to your previous Marquis Wu Chariot."
"You have a keen eye." Fang Yun seemed unwilling to elaborate.
Yet Jing Liren continued, "Could this Marquis Wu Chariot have been built by First Sage Zhuge himself?"
Fang Yun raised his eyes and gave Jing Liren a cold look that made his skin crawl.
"Yes." Fang Yun's voice was colder still than his gaze.
Jing Liren no longer dared look at Fang Yun. He turned back, his heart pounding wildly and sweat breaking out all over him, while inwardly he screamed, *Fang