"Oh, Taiji Ancient Objects?"
"Exactly, it's stuff from the era of the ancient Taiji before the Demon Ancestor split the heavens and the earth, the stars crumbled, and the Dao foundations shattered. These are relics from the time when the three revered ones were establishing the teachings. Follow me, it's just here."
The Shutendoji led Li Qingyun through the garden and into a storage room that resembled a broom closet. Inside was a large cabinet filled to the brim with what could only be described as a chaotic mess of old junk, covered in a thick layer of dust, clearly sealed away for countless years.
Seeing the look of disdain on Li Qingyun's face, the Daoist Page couldn't help but smile wryly,
"It's a gift from the sect for all new disciples. Uncle-Master, please just pick something at random. It'll help me fulfill my duties."
"Oh, alright then, I'll take... this one."
