Before the two stood an elderly man with a head of disheveled white hair and a somewhat slovenly appearance. A warm smile hung on his face as he looked toward a delicate figure ahead.
The figure had refined features, and determination and resolve flowed through his eyes.
His aura bore some resemblance to that of the youth in fitted clothes, yet far surpassed it. He was a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
Coming back to his senses and looking at the three before him, the delicate figure showed a grateful expression.
Before he could speak, the white-haired elder smiled and waved his hand. A wooden chest half a man's height fell before him.
The chest lid opened, revealing low-grade Spirit Crystals piled to the brim, with no shortage of Mid-grade Spirit Crystals mixed among them.
"Hmm? Elder Bai, what does this mean?"
The delicate figure raised his brows slightly and hurriedly asked.
The white-haired elder smiled. "These Spirit Crystals are of little use to our Night Clan. Yet they will be of tremendous benefit to your cultivation, Fellow Daoist. I hope they may help make your path of cultivation smoother in the days to come."
The delicate figure hurriedly waved his hands. "No... I cannot accept them! Had the Night Clan not come to my aid this time, Zhong would likely have long since perished, becoming an unknown set of dry bones in the Hundred Thousand Mines."
"The debt of saving my life is already beyond repayment! Not to mention that, while recovering from my injuries in the Night Clan these days, I have consumed no small amount of Spirit Crystal resources."
"Besides, Zhong holds a lowly status in the Cultivation World. I came to the Hundred Thousand Mines only because life had driven me here. If I truly took these