"A mobile Iron Tortoise is still better than seventy percent of the sects in Lingnan. If it weren't for your lack of a Divine Weapon, with a bit more time, you could probably rank as the seventh-greatest Sect in the world."
As he spoke, Xiong Kun pulled a roll of rhino hide from his inner robes. When he unrolled it, its mutton fat jade scroll ends glowed with faint red streaks in the morning light—it was a Profound Daoist Sect deed that had been soaked in cinnabar.
"An area of thirty li around the Ghostly Wail Abyss, containing six Earth Fire Eyes and three Cold Iron Ore Veins."
Xiong Kun's hand, as large as a cattail fan, pressed down on a spot on the rhino hide. Beneath his finger, the two words "Celestial Craft" suddenly lit up with golden patterns. "From this day forward, this territory belongs to the Celestial Craft Cave to manage."
As Hong Baichuan took the deed, the rhino hide felt faintly hot.
