A three-story golden loft stood before him, its plaque bearing the large characters "Golden Moon Pavilion," with its doors tightly shut.
In a secret room, a tall, thin man in a blue robe lay on a cyan jade bed, his breath feeble and his face pallid.
Yang Qing stood in front of the cyan jade bed, holding a beautifully crafted cyan jade box in his hand.
"Once you take two more Six-Petal Gold Soul Pills, you will surely recover."
Yang Qing said.
"You've been through a lot."
The man in the blue robe spoke, his voice weak.
"We're essentially one and the same. What's there to complain about my hardships? Besides, it's fortunate that we saved Xue Sheng many years ago. Without his help in making the introduction, I might not have been able to exchange with Shen Long for the three supreme Six-Petal Gold Soul Pills."
Yang Qing said nonchalantly.
"If I do not avenge this, I, Master Qingyang, will not consider myself worthy."
