Ouyang Changning looked at Ye Han's harmless face. He really did not look like someone so decisive and ruthless that he would activate a furnace without hesitation and burn Zhang Qian and his companion to death...
And he looked so young. Perhaps he had never been that cruel to begin with; perhaps the cruelty of the Cultivation World had made him this way.
Just like my Ouyang Family. We never offended the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect at all, yet our entire lineage was wiped out for no apparent reason.
At that thought, Ouyang Changning's eyes dimmed. She offered Ye Han the box in her hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye! Take a look."
Ye Han waved his hand instead. "Miss Ouyang, just open it and let me see! There's no need to hand it to me!"
Ye Han had not expected Ouyang Changning to trust him so readily.
But he really could not take it. The Purple Cauldron would automatically absorb anything it found interesting or useful. If he took the box and the Purple Cauldron absorbed its contents, he would be in serious trouble.
It was not a matter of compensation or fear that Ouyang Changning would object. He had sworn a blood oath to her. If he went back on his word, he would suffer heavenly retribution. How could his meager cultivation withstand the retribution of those damned heavens?
Hearing this, Ouyang Changning gave Ye Han a strange look, then opened the box herself.
With a click, the box opened, and golden radiance streamed out. Inside was a glasslike vessel containing a shallow pool of golden liquid, half a finger high...
Then Ye Han sensed the exceptionally pure metal-element aura emanating from the golden liquid.
In all his time in the Cultivation World, even among the many Cultivators' Storage