"The habit of hoarding needs to be changed sooner rather than later."
Inside the Golden Cry Jade Beads, a chaotic array of various objects resembling a vast mountain made Qi Xiu hold his forehead in helplessness.
Perhaps it was because of those hard early years.
That later on, whenever he came across something, he had to pack it up and take it away.
After accumulating for so many years, there were many things he couldn't even remember where they were, nor did he have any recollection of them.
Having searched for quite a while without a trace, seeing no end in sight, Qi Xiu had to perform a Daoist incantation, and from the center of his brows, countless strands of Spiritual Light surged forth, pouring into the Golden Cry Jade Beads like a small meteor shower.
He extracted three thousand residual souls from his Ancestral Aperture.
