"With this treasure, everything changes. Once the Golden Cymbal sounds, no matter what preparations Shenxiu, the little monk, has made, his Heart Soul will be thrown into daze for a moment. By then, you can take him away with your People Species Bag."
As the words fell, the Golden Cymbal was tossed out by Shipi and landed straight into Tao Qian's hands.
At that moment, however, nobody noticed the strange light deep within Master Tao's eyes, his thoughts churning rapidly.
"Golden Cymbal, People Species Bag..."
For some reason, Tao Qian felt an incredibly strong sense of déjà vu.
This odd sensation even led him to momentarily overlook the origin of the Golden Cymbal.
Female Evil God, a piece of undecayed flesh, the shape of the Golden Cymbal... The answer was on the verge of revelation.
At the same time, Kongchan suddenly offered a bait, saying,
"Elder Brother, your Golden Cymbal seems to match well with Wu Gou's People Species Bag. Perhaps it's the calling of his Karma."
