Jiang Zuo looked at the man. Having lost the Spiritual Talisman, he was already starting to weather away, his Spiritual Sense fading.
"Please, Fellow Daoist, accept it," the spear-wielding guard said once more.
Jiang Zuo reached out and took the Spiritual Talisman, saying, "Go in peace."
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for making this possible."
In the end, the guard completely vanished into thin air.
Then, Jiang Zuo looked at the others. "Why was this senior so deeply respected by all of you?"
The shield-bearing guard shook his head. "We don't remember. We only remember that he was worth protecting with everything we have."
"Is that so." Finally, Jiang Zuo turned to leave. "My apologies for the intrusion."
He didn't ask any more questions, nor did he dwell on it.
Since he had accepted the Spiritual Talisman from the spear-wielding guard, he would not disturb this place any further.
He wouldn't go back on his word. He disdained such actions.
