The next day dawned bright and clear, with a gentle and soothing breeze.
Lin Zhenbei and Lin Baihu arrived as promised.
In Yi Chen's room at the Hidden Dragon Temple's back courtyard, the three men met secretly.
The room was dimly lit, with doors and windows tightly shut, and Qing Yunzi even stood guard outside to keep watch.
"Did you bring the item?"
"Of course." Lin Zhenbei patted a small, tightly sealed box beside him.
In this world's realm of cultivation, naturally there were storage rings and special magic artifacts with a storage ability.
But without exception, such treasures were in the hands of big shots or second-generation cultivators. Lin Zhenbei wasn't qualified for such items yet, so he still resorted to physical transportation.
For Yi Chen as well, storage artifacts were like ghosts from his previous life: heard of but never seen.
