Above the Cloud Sky.
Jiyuan Daoist surveyed the fierce battle below. Though his face showed no emotion, his heart was already churning like turbulent waves, and his character, honed to Great Success, was utterly breached.
"Sa Ancestor Iron Can."
Jiyuan Daoist lowered his head, looking at the dull, rust-streaked Iron Can in his hand, even more puzzled by the young Daoist below.
Just moments before.
While the two below were engaged in a combat rule, or more like Immortal Master Zhengqing being utterly outmatched.
In the heat of the intense battle, Jiyuan Daoist saw that the young Daoist could still split his attention, and with a casual flick of his knife, he sent Zhengqing's "Sa Ancestor Iron Can" flying off into the sky.
Coincidentally, it landed right in his hands.
But that wasn't all.
The Daoist had even spared a glance, nodding slightly towards him, clearly intending to gift him this precious artifact.
"Is it to repay me, the Maoshan Dao, for sheltering his Disciple?"
