Although he couldn't let anyone enter and leave the Treasure Pavilion at will, the person in front of him was Mo Ziyan, the Pavilion Master's personal disciple. Let alone letting Mo Ziyan step into the Treasure Pavilion, even letting Mo Ziyan take away one or two treasures would not be a big deal.

Because Jiang Zhige is in charge of 80% of the power in Tianyun Pavilion, including the rare treasures in the treasure pavilion. As long as it has not reached the point where all the treasures are taken away, the elders of the council hall and the supreme elder will not ask too many questions.

Mo Ziyan sobbed from time to time and whispered, "What is the treasure pavilion?"

She stayed at Baiyun Peak to practice all day and seldom had the chance to go out. Although she knew she had to rush back to Baiyun Peak as soon as possible, she couldn't help but be interested in the new term "Baoge".

"Come with me and you'll find out."

The white-haired old man smiled mysteriously and waved his hand to release some of the formation's restrictions so that Mo Ziyan could move freely.

Mo Ziyan stood up and hesitated for a while, but still couldn't help but follow the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man walked to the front of the Jade Gate, made extremely complicated hand seals, and opened the seal of the Jade Gate after a few breaths.

The Jade Gate made a loud bang, and as soon as it opened a crack, Mo Ziyan smelled an ancient and old scent, as well as a very familiar smell of spiritual medicine from inside.

The white-haired old man sighed with regret. The elixirs stored in the treasure house of Tianyun Pavilion were probably not as precious as the elixirs that Mo Ziyan had taken for the past eight years.

Of course, Jiang Zhige did not just take resources from the sect. Most of the spiritual medicines were obtained through his hard work with the help of his Transcendent Realm cultivation.

Otherwise, with the cultivation resources of Tianyun Pavilion, it would be impossible for Mo Ziyan to break through to the Lingwu Realm in just eight years.

"Come on, girl. I'll show you around. If you see anything you like, don't touch it. Tell me first."

The white-haired old man originally wanted to tell Mo Ziyan some rules first, but unexpectedly, Mo Ziyan, full of curiosity, ran in first.

"Girl! Don't touch anything. Some of the things in the treasure pavilion are extremely precious. I can't afford to damage them!"

The white-haired old man was suddenly at a loss and quickly dodged and followed.

Mo Ziyan behaved a little more properly after hearing that, and just stared at the rare treasures in the treasure pavilion with wide eyes.

The charred spiritual wood that was yet full of vitality, the rusty spiritual weapon that gave off a chilling murderous aura, and the top-grade elixir that was surrounded by strange visions, everything she heard and saw truly astonished her.

The white-haired old man coughed twice and introduced: "Girl, in addition to the trapping formation that can trap ordinary soul-breaking realms, there is also an immortal formation arranged by the pavilion master himself, which can preserve the treasures of heaven and earth intact, so the extremely precious treasures in the sect will be placed here."

As he was about to introduce to Mo Ziyan the origins and functions of some treasures, he suddenly found that Mo Ziyan, who was beside him before, had disappeared.

The white-haired old man was shocked again and hurriedly looked for Mo Ziyan in the treasure pavilion.

Fortunately, the treasure pavilion was not very big, and he quickly found Mo Ziyan.

At this time, Mo Ziyan was staring at a unique treasure, her eyes full of curiosity.

It was a hairpin that looked very ordinary, but it was placed at the core of the formation and protected by the most spiritual power.

The white-haired old man was a little nervous and asked, "Girl, what do you see this hairpin for?"

"Grandpa, it's so beautiful. Can I take it away?"

Mo Ziyan's eyes were full of brilliance. What she valued most was not the specialness of the hairpin, but the exceptionally beautiful shape of the hairpin.

Before, the white-haired old man said that if she saw anything he liked, he might let her take it away. Now, after looking around, her favorite thing is this hairpin.

"I'm afraid not, girl. I believe that even if the Pavilion Master comes, he won't let you take him away."

The white-haired old man showed regret on his face. He knew very well the importance of this hairpin, so naturally he could not agree to Mo Ziyan's request.

Mo Ziyan couldn't help but wonder, "But grandpa, it's just a hairpin?"

How could a hairpin that was only used for decoration not be as valuable as those priceless treasures? "Just? Girl, let me tell you, it is a token left by the Pavilion Master's beloved."

The white-haired old man shook his head. In the past, Jiang Zhige would come to see Fachai every day, but in recent years he has been busy taking care of and training Mo Ziyan, so he came less often.

Jiang Zhige's personality is as cold as ice, yet he values ​​this hairpin so much that it is hard to imagine what the consequences would be if he damaged it.

"somebody to Love?!"

Mo Ziyan had a look of shock on her face, as if she couldn't believe that Jiang Zhige could have a confidante.

The white-haired old man first looked around cautiously, then chuckled and said, "Yes, despite the Pavilion Master's appearance, he is still a love-struck man."

Mo Ziyan had a dazed look on his face, with all sorts of emotions lingering in his mind.

Regret, sadness, or reluctance? No wonder Jiang Zhige was so repulsive to her love, it turned out that he already had someone in his heart.

Originally, Mo Ziyan was thinking about impressing Jiang Zhige little by little with time. Now that she thought about it, how could a little girl who was lucky enough to be Jiang Zhige's apprentice compete with the girl that Jiang Zhige was so worried about? Mo Ziyan's eyes were red, and she resisted the urge to cry, and said in a trembling voice: "Grandpa, if I can't take it away, can I touch it?"

The white-haired old man said that Jiang Zhige was a lovesick man. Considering his usual character, he must be dreaming of being together for the rest of his life.

Under such circumstances, Mo Ziyan would not even be able to marry Jiang Zhige, let alone become his concubine.

"Girl, why don't you look at something else?"

The white-haired old man was very hesitant. Although Mo Ziyan was a disciple that Jiang Zhige valued very much, the hairpin was too precious and he didn't dare to make a decision casually.

"I just want to touch it, nothing else, and then I'll leave here."

Tears welled up in Mo Ziyan's eyes and her emotions became more and more turbulent.

She had been with Jiang Zhige for eight years, and she clearly loved him deeply, but she didn't even have the right to touch this hairpin? It seemed that she should stop having unrealistic ideas. It was also good to be able to stay with Jiang Zhige as an apprentice.

The white-haired old man was quite flustered when he saw this. He hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, take it and have a look. Be careful."

Before, he could say it was someone else's fault, but this time it seemed that he really made Mo Ziyan cry. He didn't want to kneel on the Cliff of Judgment like those outer and inner sect elders.

Anyway, Jiang Zhige is not nearby, so it shouldn't be a problem if Mo Ziyan just touches it.

Mo Ziyan had tears in her eyes. She took out the hairpin through the spiritual mist and held it in her hand to look at it carefully.

The hairpin is very beautiful, really very beautiful. It is made entirely of jade, with crimson stamens, pink petals, and a faint floral scent lingering around it.

Mo Ziyan wanted to look more carefully, but she kept crying and her tears blurred her vision.

This seemingly cheap hairpin in her hand determined that she and Jiang Zhige would never be together in this life.