Monk Zhi'an calculated the outcome of the fight in his mind, and after considering everything, he found no option better than paying the toll.
He left a Zen Staff, a robe, and an Integration Grass, then handed the Storage Ring to Long Fei.
Long Fei raised his brows and said, "You're from the Buddhist Sect; what are you doing with Integration Grass?"
The monk thought Long Fei wanted to snatch it and quickly said, "Integration Grass is useful to both the Daoist Sect and the Buddhist Sect. If you even take this, I would have to fight to the death."
Long Fei chuckled, "Look at you, why so tense? I just want to know what's so special about it that everyone treats this as a treasure. Monks don't lie, Master Zhi'an, can you explain?"
Zhi'an clasped his hands, "I'll tell you frankly, but you must not take it."
"Of course!"
Long Fei raised his hand, "I can swear to you that I won't take it. Moreover, if you reveal the secret of this herb, I'll return the Storage Ring to you."
