"This is the first Golden Core Late Stage yin soul I've collected. It has some sentimental value, at least. Long Zhanye... thank you for the gift, fellow Daoist."
Ji Yuan beckoned.
The Thousand-Soul Banner fell back into his hand, and he tucked it into his Storage Bag.
He turned to Xing Shuang, who looked somewhat dumbstruck, and smiled.
"What's this? Has Miss Xing forgotten me already?"
"No... no."
Xing Shuang hurriedly shook her head. "It's just..."
"Never mind that."
Ji Yuan took out a Storage Bag and tossed it to her. "This is Su Yuan's Storage Bag. Keep it, fellow Daoist. Oh, could you take out the Yin Crystals inside? I have great use for them."
Xing Shuang caught it with both hands, but immediately offered it back. "I would have died here today without you. How could I accept this Storage Bag? Please take it back."
"Without Miss Xing, I couldn't even have entered this Secret Realm."
Ji Yuan chuckled. "Ling Juexiao's and Long Zhanye's Storage Bags are mine; Su Yuan's is yours. I only hope you won't think it too little."
"Well..."
Seeing that he was not joking, Xing Shuang finally kept the bag. She took out all the Yin Crystals inside and handed them to him.
She had survived this ordeal and gained the Storage Bag of someone at the Golden Core Middle Stage.
She had come out far ahead.
After all, she herself was only at the Golden Core Middle Stage.
Once the Storage Bags had been divided and the Yin Crystals handed over, Xing Shuang looked at the man before her. In the end, she could not help asking, "Chang Geng isn't your real name, is it?"
"Oh?"
Ji Yuan had an inkling of what lay behind the question. "What do you think my name