The Grand Hall, Main Peak.
Ouyang Jingxuan entered the hall carrying a tray and came to a steady halt.
With a light wave of his arm, Cao Zhen released a surge of formless Inner Qi—powerful, yet restrained. It instantly enveloped the six White Jade Porcelain Bottles on the tray, which transformed into six streaks of brilliant white light and shot toward Yang Jing and Chu Yunhai in the center of the hall.
Seeing this, Yang Jing and Chu Yunhai didn't dare hesitate. They both reached out, steadily catching the three porcelain bottles that arrived before them.
The bottles were warm and smooth to the touch, exuding the faint, pure fragrance of the jade marrow within. The two immediately bowed to Cao Zhen above them and said in unison, "Thank you, Sect Leader!"
Cao Zhen smiled and nodded slightly, his tone amiable. "You earned this with your strength. There's no need for such ceremony."
