The mountain terrain was tranquil, Qi Daolin sat cross-legged on a huge limestone, his golden robe fluttering in the breeze, his hair and beard were pure white, he truly resembled the image of a lofty Immortal Dao expert.
However, Shi Hao knew that the old man could sometimes be quite shameless, even he himself had been "stolen" as a disciple. Every time he thought about it, he felt like he had been duped.
"Daolord, you're so powerful, you must be considered a master of a territory. Why don't you casually bestow some Magic Artifacts upon me? I'm not asking for much, just a few items that are passable and have been used by you," Shi Hao proposed.
Qi Daolin responded with a kindly smile: "That wouldn't be a problem at all."
Upon hearing that, Shi Hao quickly added, "Daolord, please don't just give me any Celestial God Magic Artifact. As someone who's reached the sect master-level, surely you should bestow a Sect-Defending Treasure upon me, right?"
