"Hmm? What is this?"
Guilingling, who had just arrived to protect Li Ping'an, used her clear voice to call back Li Ping'an, who was mesmerized by that piece of cloth.
Li Ping'an blinked, looked at Guilingling, and the masters who had started to gather around, and put away the cloth fragment in his hand.
"It's nothing, a gift from a senior, for me to use in my Dao enlightenment."
Li Ping'an casually replied, gazing longingly at the now calm Chaos Sea.
That indescribable behemoth;
That tiny figure that suddenly appeared, along with the melodious sound of the flute;
And the piece of cloth, which he rarely moved, kept as a souvenir...
'Why does it feel a bit eerie?'
Li Ping'an muttered with a hint of unease, as a large number of masters had already gathered around. He could only suppress such thoughts and engage in polite greetings and mutual praise with masters from the Three Teachings and Three Tribes.
