In a private chamber of the Qi Yun Zen Temple.
The glow from the Cyan Jade Lotus Lamp was a little dimmer than usual, making Qi Yun's face appear unusually pale.
He sat cross-legged on a Meditation Mat, the hem of his Deep Blue Daoist Robe stirring without a breeze. His aura was slightly fainter than normal, and a trace of lingering fatigue clung to his brow.
He opened his palm, revealing a seemingly ordinary gray cloth pouch resting within it.
The mouth of the pouch was slightly open, faintly revealing over a hundred specks of fine, solidified golden light. Their auras connected, forming a heavy, heart-pounding Buddha's Charm Field.
"These are the last of the relics."
Qi Yun's voice was low as he handed the cloth pouch to his Fa Hai avatar, who was waiting quietly by his side.
