Li Xiaoya had no idea how terribly Liu Hang had described his aptitude, nor did he know that he could no longer return to the mortal world. Although he had always felt that Heavenly Venerable Daoling and the others had some purpose in mind for him, they held the knife and chopping block while he was the fish upon it. How could an ordinary mortal like him possibly contend with these immortals who flew through the skies?
Fortunately, Li Xiaoya's instincts told him that they seemed to bear him no ill will, so he let the matter rest and stopped asking. Since he could not change anything anyway, he might as well settle in wherever fate put him.
Li Xiaoya sat cross-legged on the cushion in the middle of the secluded chamber again. He took a small black cloth pouch from inside his robe, opened it, and tipped out its contents. He picked out the Wish Stone Fairy Qingxia had given him and the Buddhist Bead bracelet from Buddha Xuanmen, then packed everything else away and tucked the pouch back inside his robe. Immortal Cultivators had something called a Storage Pouch, which could hold dozens of times more than its size suggested, but opening one and putting things inside required a certain degree of control over spiritual energy. Although Li Xiaoya knew about these pouches and Liu Hang had given him one, he still could not use it, so he could only keep his belongings in an ordinary little cloth pouch.
Li Xiaoya was quite familiar with these two objects. He had spent several days playing with them when he first received them. He slipped the Buddhist Bead bracelet onto his left wrist, placed the Wish Stone in his right palm, and pressed his hands together. After adjusting his posture,