The Purple Tai Sui is the key...
Ignoring the Zhao Family friend beside him, who was visibly contorted with rage and glaring fire at the floating figure of Chen Abao, Hu Ma simply held his wine glass, pondering. The name Purple Tai Sui was one he hadn't encountered when he first embarked on the Path and his abilities were still nascent. Back then, even the Golden Silk Tai Sui was unheard of; for the vast majority, the Blood Tai Sui was considered the ultimate treasure. But now, as his capabilities had grown, the Purple Tai Sui had become somewhat unavoidable. Yet, it was excessively mysterious, unlike other Tai Suis, which allowed one to set their mind at ease.
"Miss Chen was just joking. Why get so angry, Brother Zhao?" Hu Ma finally said with a smile, raising his glass to coax Zhao Sanyi. He had countless questions he wanted to ask.
