Wu Yazi's gentle, jade-like face showed reminiscence, and two lines of clear tears flowed unconsciously.
Wu Yazi evaporated his tears with his internal energy and said in a deep voice, "What happened today must not be told to a third person."
"clear."
Murong Fu cupped his hands in greeting, not taking it to heart. He couldn't tell a third person, but he could tell a fourth. There's always a way to overcome difficulties.
"I was once despondent and had no desire to live in this world, so I wanted to select a worthy disciple and impart all my skills to him. Unexpectedly, I learned good news from you. My dear son-in-law, are you willing to take over the Xiaoyao Sect?"
As he spoke, Wu Yazi stood up.
Click! Click!
His legs, crippled for decades, were instantly healed without medicine as his vital energy flowed through them.
Murong Fu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Grandpa is going overseas to find Grandma?"
Wu Yazi blushed and nodded, saying, "I wronged her back then, and I will use the rest of my life to make up for it."
"In that case, I wish my grandson-in-law good luck in winning the heart of his beloved!"
Murong Fu clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said earnestly.
"Thank you for your kind words."
Wu Yazi gave Murong Fu a deep look, then tossed him a jade ring. "The Seven Treasures Ring was passed down from our ancestor, Xiaoyaozi. Keep it safe."
After saying that.
Wu Yazi then leaped away, his perfected Lingbo Weibu technique flashing like a shadow, disappearing in just a few steps.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, host, you have obtained a storage ring, which can be bound to you by blood.]
Labor Secretary, who had been ignoring the issue, suddenly gave a reminder.
Murong Fu was pleasantly surprised; it was actually a storage ring!
"Xiaoyaozi, you still say you're not a cultivator!"
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