Chen Nan quickly tossed the old monk's few belongings into the storage bag, not even sparing the sarira.
After all, the sarira was real, and the inheritance was real too.
The old monk originally intended for Chen Nan to refine the sarira, inherit the legacy, so that during possession, he could match the body better and quickly recover his former strength.
But unexpectedly, Chen Nan never believed him from the start and dragged it out for a full seven days.
At this moment, the broken sword unintentionally swept over the sarira, and Chen Nan was stunned on the spot, tentatively testing it again uncertainly.
The broken sword faintly emanated a hint of desire, exactly like when facing undead creatures and the lingering spirit of the old monk!
Now he was certain, this sarira was indeed the old monk's hidden agenda!
"Deceptive, truly deceptive!"
"Old relic, let it gather dust in my storage bag; I'll eventually send you off!"
