Seeing the room fall silent, An Miaoyi rose and walked to a jade table. She gently set down a small bronze cauldron. "Everyone, if we're done discussing the Double-Pupiled One, why not take a look at this?"
The small bronze cauldron was covered in green rust and engraved with fish, insects, birds, and beasts. It looked ancient and unadorned.
It drew many eyes. Everyone knew that anything An Miaoyi brought out had to be extraordinary. One by one, they stared at the cauldron.
The crowd stepped forward to examine it. Tu Fei had wanted to join them, but he looked toward Ren instead, as though waiting to see whether Ren would go.
Ren sipped his tea. "You lot stay put and steady your minds. Cultivation isn't just about strength. It's about your state of mind. Improve that, and your strength will follow."
Tu Fei and the others were no fools. Growing up among bandits had made them sharp, and they understood what Ren meant. Delight spread across their faces.
They stayed quiet. Ren, meanwhile, had already turned his gaze to the small bronze cauldron.
A ghost face was engraved on it.
One look at that face told Ren it belonged to Ruthless Emperor.
In the Shrouding the Heavens World, no matter which path one took, it was hard to avoid her.
She had refused immortality, wishing only to wait in the mortal world for someone's return.
A faint smile crossed Ren's face. Perhaps it's time I met her. With her talent, she'd surely shine in the Primordial World. But taking her away will require a great deal of preparation.
Looking at that face, neither crying nor smiling, Ren wondered how he could approach Ruthless Emperor. Her obsessive resolve ran deep. Winning her help would be difficult.
While Ren pondered, the