He did not know the answer, but this question had, in fact, frequently come to mind ever since he entered the Tribulation-Transcending Realm.
Yet, he had never once found a clear answer.
His heart couldn't help but sigh softly again, and he murmured to the treasure box before him:
"Patriarch, this unworthy disciple only hopes to seize this rare opportunity of ten thousand years to complete the task you left unfinished, to unify Zhang's Ruins, and then ascend to the Second Realm Sea following your footsteps..."
At that moment.
Outside the quiet room, a somewhat urgent knocking suddenly echoed.
This sound seemed to pull the middle-aged Taoist out of his solitary state immediately, and the confusion and worry on his face were quickly put away, replaced by a kindly smile.
The treasure box before him quietly vanished without notice.
He then softly spoke to the outside of the quiet room:
"What is the matter?"
Outside the quiet room, the child disciple spoke anxiously:
