Shen Yi walked out of the great hall, drawing upon the breath of heaven and earth.
The crimson sky reappeared, converging into the Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace.
He looked at the dust whisk in his hand. Although he did not know its grade and the wooden man was not willing to say more, the old dog had scavenged nearly all of Nanyang Sect's townguard treasures, yet now only this one remained, indicating that the others had all been destroyed by it.
This item had managed to survive to this day.
As Li Xuanqing, the direct disciple destined to inherit the Nanyang treasure land, had personally sought out this townguard treasure, it was highly likely also a first-class treasure.
Shen Yi spread open his palm and slowly closed his eyes.
The next moment, the dust whisk in his hand soared straight up into the air and transformed into a flowing light that entered the hands of the Dao Palace's figure seated on the cushion.
