Kong Xuan's message was brief.
"They had quite a few treasures," followed by "I happened to collect them all." He had even sounded rather casual about it.
Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up as he listened.
"Shall we go?"
Lin Yuan turned toward him. "Martial Uncle, you look like you're about to go divide up the loot."
Zhao Gongming denied it on the spot. "I merely wish to see the Five-Colored Divine Light."
Lin Yuan watched him for a moment.
"Didn't you say that last time you saw the Treasure-Dropping Coin?"
Zhao Gongming's face darkened. "How long ago was that?"
"Not that long."
"Lin Yuan."
"Yes, your disciple is here."
Zhao Gongming raised a hand and pointed at him. "You've reached the Daluo Realm now. Could you stop making jokes about my past?"
Lin Yuan replied earnestly, "Improving my cultivation has nothing to do with my memory getting worse."
Zhao Gongming turned and walked away.
"I'm not going."
Lin Yuan hurried after him. "Martial Uncle, I was joking."
Zhao Gongming kept walking. "Now you want me to come along again?"
"At least three people for any major battlefield."
As soon as Lin Yuan said it, he suddenly realized how familiar those words sounded.
Zhao Gongming looked back, the corners of his mouth finally lifting.
"Your own rule works well, doesn't it?"
Lin Yuan fell silent.
It certainly worked well.
It just kept swinging back around to hit him these days.
In the end, the two of them invited Holy Mother Huo Ling along as well.
Huo Ling was intrigued when she heard that Kong Xuan had swept away an entire batch of the Elucidation Sect's treasures. She and Lin Yuan had only recently returned from Golden Rooster Ridge. Their seats had barely warmed before they were heading in the same direction