Yang Qing's eyes wandered around the behemoth Dawn Cloud Oak Tree, gazing upon it with awe.
As someone from the Order, it was fair to say he'd seen his fair share of wondrous treasures. Whether it be interacting with ancestral dragon veins, cultivating beneath the waters produced by the saint-grade spiritual tree in Senior Woodgrove, drinking tea beneath natural Dao treasures like the Red Amber Scholar Jade Wood Tree, nearly dying within the dangerously alluring Purple Forest, donning a robe that could protect him from the full-force attack of a Soul Adept, or wearing an amulet that not only shielded his karma from being observed or manipulated by any conceivable figure but also allowed him, (who at the time was nothing but a first-stage Palace Realm cultivator) to gain the strength of a middle-stage Domain expert temporarily. There was also the enigmatic cocoon that could revive him from a single drop of blood.
