As He Ping'an spoke, the snow and ice sent flying by Li Wu and Pan Long's clash fell back to earth, pattering down everywhere.
Li Wu sighed. "Let's return to the city. We need to have a proper talk."
Fifteen minutes later, they sat in a private room on the hotel's top floor.
"What's the story with that Bamboo Slip?" He Ping'an asked impatiently. "Shouldn't there be only one in the whole world? Why do you have one too?"
Before Pan Long could answer, Li Wu asked, "Why did you think there was only one in the whole world?"
"Huh?" He Ping'an stared blankly for a few seconds, then cried out, "So it isn't rare after all! If it isn't rare, why did you give me so much trouble over it?"
"Why do you think it isn't rare?" Li Wu asked in return. "Was the growth in your cultivation these past few years a lie?"
He Ping'an opened his mouth, but had no idea what to say.
He had possessed that strange Bamboo Slip for several years, so he knew it deserved to be called a treasure beyond price. Not only could it store things, it could gather and purify the surrounding Heaven and Earth Essence, providing its master with the purest Primordial Qi.
But the Bamboo Slip's ability to gather and purify Heaven and Earth Essence came with severe limitations. Stay in one place a little too long, and Innate Masters would notice the unnatural flow of essence. Then came the usual vicious fights, murders, and sudden deaths... Of the countless battles he had fought over the past few years, more than half had happened because this treasure had given him away.
He had assumed the treasure was priceless, without equal in the world. Yet not long after returning