Then, is Chu Xuan overly confident?
After leaving the Li'an Demon Sect, the wounds on Chu Xuan's body gradually healed, but the wounds in his heart did not heal so quickly.
He stared blankly at the grey sky, suddenly shedding a line of clear tears from his eyes.
Chu Xuan reached into his chest and took out a scroll, unfolding it silently.
This was a very lifelike portrait, depicting an elderly Daoist in a cyan robe, who appeared to be quite otherworldly.
His face was gaunt, his hands clasped behind his back, standing atop a cyan lotus in a pond, with his gaze seemingly falling upon Chu Xuan.
Chu Xuan suspended the scroll in the air, knelt down and bowed, his voice hoarse as he said, "I beseech the Master for his attention, this unworthy disciple shall now return the sect's treasured artifact to the Dao Palace."
The portrait naturally descended, rolling into a scroll shape and flying back into Chu Xuan's arms, seemingly without any sign of blame.
