Whatever had become of its former owner, no one would come looking for it after so many years. This Spirit Treasure had fallen into Jiang Yang's lap.
Still, he had discovered it through his own ability. In any case, he had no intention of yielding it to anyone.
He carefully put away the Jade Box. This truly was a fine treasure; even acquiring two ancient Mystic Artifacts had not made Jiang Yang this happy.
He immediately set off to leave. Just as he emerged from the hall, he heard an unabashed commotion outside. Clearly, other cultivators had arrived.
Jiang Yang said nothing. He merely rested his hand on the Spirit Sword at his waist and walked slowly onward.
He had known someone would come, but had not expected them so soon. On reflection, though, it was only natural. Of this entire cluster of palaces, Jiang Yang had chosen the grandest and most conspicuous one.
If it had caught his eye, there would naturally be no shortage of discerning people coming to claim it.
The doors were suddenly pushed open to either side, revealing two cultivators, a man and a woman. The young man held a long-handled saber, while the beautiful female cultivator carried a Palace Lantern.
They were just about to step inside when they encountered Jiang Yang. After a moment's surprise, the young man realized that he had arrived too late.
There were now only two choices before them: turn around and leave while there was still time to find somewhere else, or fight it out.
Seeing the other man's composed expression, one hand resting at his waist and his calm gaze looking straight at them, the young man immediately felt that he might be extremely difficult to provoke. He decided to sound him out first:
"I am Su