'This is the first late-stage Core Formation Yin Soul I've collected, which is somewhat of a commemorative meaning, Long Zhanye... thank you, fellow Daoist, for the gift.'
Ji Yuan gestured with his hand.
The Thousand Souls Banner in the air fell back into his hand, and he put it away into his storage bag.
He turned to look at Xing Shuang, who was somewhat dumbfounded, and smiled.
"What, has Miss Xing forgotten me in such a short time?"
"No... no."
Xing Shuang hurriedly shook her head, "It's just... just..."
"No need for justs."
Ji Yuan took out a storage bag and tossed it over, "This is Su Yuan's storage bag, please take it, fellow Daoist. By the way, could you take out the Yin Crystals inside? They are of great use to me."
Xing Shuang caught it with both hands but immediately returned it with a serious expression:
"Without you, fellow Daoist, I would have perished here today. How could I accept this storage bag? Please take it back."
