Si Wuya held the box with one hand as he said, "We can't tell anyone about this, lest they covet the treasures of the Evil Sky Pavilion."
Zhu Honggong, Old Eighth, said nonchalantly, "Seventh Senior Brother, there are plenty of them who are hungrily eyeing the Evil Sky Pavilion like a predator. Another person won't make a difference."
"No, I'm talking about this box in particular." If it was some extraordinary treasure, it would definitely cause chaos if people knew about it. He carried the box back into the Tiger Ridge as Zhu Honggong trailed after him.
A flying chariot that looked like a ship was parked on the ground. A dozen cultivators dressed in light-color robes stood around it. When Si Wuya appeared, they bowed in unison. "Sect Master."
Si Wuya tossed the mysterious box into the flying chariot before he leaped inside. "Head to Anyang."
"Understood."
Whoosh!
