Buzz!
An object flew out of Qiankun World. It was a bamboo flute, dull and lusterless, seemingly carved from ordinary bamboo, plain and unadorned.
"The Qiankun Flute!"
Yet when Qiankun World Lord and the surrounding onlookers saw the bamboo flute that had flown out, they all cried out in alarm.
The Qiankun Flute was a magic artifact Qiankun Daoist had carried with him since childhood. It had been steeped in his Imperial Dao and was an extraordinarily powerful magic artifact.
Yet now, Qiankun Daoist had handed the Qiankun Flute to Yellow Springs Holy Ancestor. What exactly had the two discussed through secret voice transmission just now?
"The Qiankun Flute shall remain with Sacred Ancestor for now. Once this old Daoist's friend finishes cultivating, all of Sacred Ancestor's belongings will certainly be returned," Qiankun Daoist transmitted.
Looking at the bamboo flute in his hand, Yellow Springs Holy Ancestor's face darkened. He dearly wished to reject Qiankun Daoist's proposal.
But Qiankun Daoist had already yielded, and his attitude was not bad. If he continued pressing him, he might drive this old fellow into a corner.
Qiankun Daoist cultivated the laws of space. Once driven into a corner, he was extremely dangerous—when he killed, one could not guard against him!
"Fine, I shall give you face and wait for some time. But I warn you, be quick! My patience is limited!"
In the end, Yellow Springs Holy Ancestor chose to take a step back. He swept his gaze over Qiankun World's million life-bearing stars, snorted coldly, and his figure gradually faded away before vanishing.
"He... he left?"
The surrounding onlookers were somewhat dumbfounded.
What riddle were Yellow Springs Holy Ancestor and Qiankun Daoist playing? The crucial words had all been conveyed through voice transmission, leaving them unable to make heads or tails of