Inside the Sword Pavilion, Chu Huaixu stood frozen on the spot.
The young Daoist had already placed the sword scabbard on the wooden table beside him and started to take the Jade Scrolls on his own.
He walked over to the sword scabbard, as if not believing in superstitions, and began to reach out to touch the black bead.
—Dao Ancestor, I think we need to have a talk!
Damn, he actually can interact with me proactively!?
As a result, when Chu Huaixu touched the black bead this time, there was no reaction from the young Daoist.
"Pretending?"
"Only interacts with me when he wants to, ignores me when he doesn't?"
"Or does the bead have to be worn on him or be near him?"
Previously when Chu Huaixu attempted to jab at the bead, the Dao Ancestor wore it on his belt.
The Daoist quickly took a few Jade Scrolls and then sat down on a wooden chair.
The black sword scabbard was placed on the table by him without any bodily contact.
