Many minutes have passed since the conversation between Senior Nie and Xiao Hua ended, but the atmosphere there remained heavy, almost suffocating, especially for those people standing closest to the Dragon Essence Temple.
"Xiao Hua, here are my treasures. Please hold onto them while I enter the Mystic Realm." Yuan handed Xiao Hua his spatial ring and storage pouch.
"Xiao Hua will protect the treasures without fail!" Xiao Hua said to him with a serious look on her face, acting like she was handed a big responsibility.
"Who would dare to steal from a Spirit King in the Lower Heavens?" Feng Yuxiang raised her eyebrows.
Xiao Hua could leave Yuan's treasure on the ground, go take a nap, and come back with the treasure still on the ground, completely untouched.
"By the way, what are you going to do with your Soul Weapons, Young Master?" Feng Yuxiang suddenly asked him.
