Yang Yan stood up, and Murong helped him brush off the dust on his body.
"No, there's nothing in there but some Dao Wine," he replied.
Li Minglian immediately felt a wave of disappointment.
"Just some Dao Wine? I thought there would be many treasures.
By the way, Master, did you obtain the Daoist Inheritance of Emperor Xianjiu?"
"I did, but this path is not suitable for me to take," Yang Yan said calmly.
"Once I find the right person, I will pass it down."
*The Great Dao in the wine, even if he reached its peak, he would only be on par with Emperor Xianjiu.*
*What he desired was to surpass the Great Emperors of the past, not just settle for being similar!*
"Huh? You're not going to cultivate the Daoist Inheritance of Emperor Xianjiu?"
His words shocked Li Minglian, Li Mingxin, Murong, and Qian Rong!
Each was astonished, their mouths agape in disbelief!
*The Daoist Inheritance of a Great Emperor!*
