"Your martial uncle Xuan Di has had these 'Profound Eyes of Lunar Phases Manifestation' for nearly two hundred years, yet even now, he hasn't caught so much as a glimpse of what he needs..."
Xuan Guang set down the book in his hands and said with a light chuckle:
"To think you would gather all the Spirit Treasures in just these few years. If he were here, he would probably go mad with envy."
"This disciple merely had good luck. I obtained this 'Shuo Yang' Spirit Treasure from Dragonkind..."
Jiang Yang's heart tightened. Not daring to say much, he could only repeatedly offer humble disclaimers.
"You needn't explain. Keep it with an easy mind. Your martial uncle has already discussed the affairs in the Dragon Palace with me in detail. What belongs to you belongs to you."
"Our Rain Xiang Mountain is, after all, a great immortal Sect, and your martial uncle Xuan Di is its Sect Leader. He would never stoop to oppressing a junior. You needn't worry that someone will seize it from you."
Xuan Guang's gaze was casual, yet he made an exception and offered a few extra words, precisely to prevent any estrangement that might arise.
"Of course. This disciple knows how generous the Sect is, and I have always held gratitude in my heart toward both you, Master, and the Sect Leader."
Hearing this, Jiang Yang hurriedly lowered his head and replied.
These truly were not empty words. He genuinely felt that way.
Happiness came from comparison. During his journey through the Blessed Land, he had seen the faces certain Purple Mansion cultivators with Divine Powers from other Sects showed their disciples. Before a True Person, disciples at Qi Refining or even Foundation Establishment had no say whatsoever. Every gain they obtained within the Blessed