Late at night, the moon shone brightly among sparse stars.
Yi Chen stood on the terrace with his hands behind his back, his eyes gazing into the distance, yet his thoughts had already drifted far away.
He was pondering over the matter of the purple token.
Even though Monk Bu Zhong was perverse, he had never been so depraved before; it seemed the purple token could influence a person's psyche, amplifying their own desires.
Besides, it appeared to be able to issue tasks, enticing the host to complete them, and then nourishing the host's cultivation level in return.
It could be called the task of an alien version of a master.
With the purple token, a weak-willed Monk Bu Zhong was able to grow to such a degree in such a short time, which was truly shocking to hear.
The lure of such rapidly rising power, if it fell into the hands of a strong-minded, aging master of cultivation, who knows what disaster it would trigger.
