Chapter 141: Farewell
"Sect Master, before I go, there is one last thing that I want to give this sect."
Harmon looked at Rhain with a bewildered expression. "Give us? Rhain, you have already given us far more than we could ever—"
Rhain didn't wait for Harmon to finish, and reached into his spatial ring.
Flash after flash of light burst from his palm as dozens of items materialized onto the long stone table.
Bottles of luminous pills, bundles of carefully preserved spiritual herbs, and several gleaming weapons clattered across the polished surface.
Harmon and the elders stared at the items.
Every single item radiated the aura of the Rare-Grade.
But just when they thought it was over, there was a final flash of light.
A thick stack of scrolls materialized beneath his palm.
Unlike the pills and weapons, these scrolls did not radiate any outward aura. They looked remarkably plain, almost ordinary.
