After observing it for a moment, he put away the Dharma Treasure.
Xuanming rose and left the artifact refining chamber.
Outside Flying Fire Hall, Xuanxu led the gathered Daoists in offering congratulations.
"Congratulations, senior brother (senior uncle, junior uncle), on fulfilling your wish. Our Truth-Seeking Abbey finally has a Dharma Treasure."
A strand of magic power lifted the Daoists to their feet. Xuanming's brows relaxed and his eyes brightened, his face radiant. "This old Daoist has not failed your trust. From this day onward, our Truth-Seeking Abbey is one step closer to becoming a foremost Daoist lineage."
At these words, the Daoists rejoiced.
He dismissed the others, leaving only the Qi Refining True Persons, then unfastened the Pure Bright Bell, which had shrunk into a small bell at his waist, and passed it to them to admire.
Xuan Yang was the most excited. His gaze never wavered, his expression utterly entranced, and he could not bear to let it go. Whoever wanted to inspect it had to do so while he held it. He murmured incessantly, lavishing praise upon it and wishing he could claim it for himself that very instant.
Unfortunately, he could only dream. When Xuanming reached out to ask for it back, he had no choice but to return it reluctantly, dragging out every movement as much as he could. But while he was slow, Xuanming was quick, briskly hanging the Pure Bright Bell at his waist as an ornament.
Since they so rarely gathered together, Xuanming turned to serious matters. The Daoists selected the important points and recounted the abbey's internal and external affairs over the past stretch of days. Seeing how methodically they had handled the affairs of Azure Dragon Mountain, he expressed his approval and thanked them for their efforts.
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