"Spit it out!"
Yang An shook his hand, and the mouth that opened on the Meat Burial Talisman in his palm immediately spat everything out.
A jumble of miscellaneous items appeared, so much that it almost made Yang An feel dizzy.
Except for the club he had gotten from Daoist Kong Shuai, which was still with Pan Yu, everything else he owned was here.
When the old man had whisked him away from Xiyue River, it had been too sudden. He'd had no choice but to leave Pan Shi and his sister without a word of farewell, and the club was still in Pan Yu's Small Sumeru Bag.
'But it's just a filthy club.' Even though it was a Magical Artifact and probably worth a fair bit, the thought of it was still pretty disgusting. 'I'll just let Pan Yu keep it for now.'
If fate allowed them to meet again, he would ask for it back. If not, so be it.
