Yiyuan went with the elder to the treasury, which was only a bit outside the clan hall.
It wasn't large but rather small, like just another courtyard among the many in the central clan area.
On the way, Yiyuan greeted many clan members. They smiled when they saw him, some even complimented him.
He had already gained a reputation in the family for his extraordinary talent.
In front of the treasure, an old man was sitting on a rocking chair-like chair, his eyes drooping.
But when Yiyuan approached, he could see a tiny glint of light in the elder's eyes, as if they were observing him.
He bowed down, "Greetings, clan elder. I am Lin Yiyuan of the Yi generation. I have been tasked by the clan head to participate in the coming competition. For this, I am supposed to receive an offensive weapon and a defensive one."
The elder smiled slightly, "Yiyuan? I have heard of you. Your talent is indeed one of the best in the past years, with the talent to reach the Foundation-Building stage!"
