Spirit Treasures and cultivation resources lay strewn across the ground in considerable quantities. Once poured out, they filled his vision with dazzling spiritual light, their many colors mingling and reflecting one another.
They were all fellow disciples, and Jiang Yang had no intention of demanding repayment for his kindness, so he merely smiled faintly and said:
"You earned these Spirit Treasures through your own hard work. There's no need for this. Harvest them away."
Fine as these Spirit Treasures were, Jiang Yang had gained something himself. He merely glanced down before looking away, entirely unmoved.
Jiang Junrui felt even more grateful upon hearing this. His injuries were serious, and he clutched his chest, coughing twice before saying:
"Whether the Harvest was large or small, without you, Brother Jiang, I wouldn't be alive to claim it. I can still tell which matters more."
"Exactly. They're only worldly possessions. How could they compare with our lives?"
Zhao Xixun chimed in from beside him, stepping closer and tugging at Jiang Yang's sleeve as she spoke:
"If anything, I think this gift is too meager. It's merely a small token of our gratitude..."
Qingyan even bowed deeply and said:
"Please, Dao brother, don't stand on ceremony."
All three gazed at him with such sincerity that Jiang Yang felt he would be letting them down if he took nothing. Repeatedly refusing would be troublesome too, so he could only agree:
"All right, then. It would be discourteous to refuse."
As he spoke, he looked down at the jade bottles, jade boxes, metals, stones, and spirit herbs, casually selecting a Bronze Casket. He intended to take something merely as a gesture.
"This looks quite finely made. I'll take this one."
He hefted the case, offering an arbitrary excuse.
The case was roughly the size of two