"Wait, aren't you going to hand over the things you got from the Cold Moon Palace?" Gao canghan looked at Ling Gusong and said coldly.
Ling Gusong's whole body trembled. He turned around and looked at Gao canghan with a complicated expression. He took out a piece of incomplete iron and threw it to Gao canghan. Then he turned around and left. That old and desolate back figure disappeared from his sight in a short while.
"Take it." Gao canghan looked at it and handed the piece of iron to Ling Chuxi.
"What is this?" Ling Chuxi asked curiously. The iron block was extremely heavy in his hand, obviously made of fine iron.
"I'll tell you after the sect opening ceremony. " Gao canghan said.
Only then did Ling Chuxi remember that the opening ceremony of the sect had not been completed after Ling Gusong's interruption.
Ling Chuxi quickly returned to the stage. The surroundings were silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Ling Chuxi.
