Left hand reentered the sleeve, taking out three relics gleaming with golden-red luminescence to fiddle with.
These were all the relics Qing Yu kept on him now, the rest had already been placed in a secret location at the Blood Robe Building along the way.
Carrying over forty relics was not an easy task.
The Buddha Power emanated by so many relics gathered could attract many from the Buddhist sect to investigate.
Three relics were just right; Qing Yu could directly cover their fluctuations with his True Qi.
Qing Yu once again covered his left hand with his sleeve, and with his right hand, he rubbed his face. When he lowered his hand, he had an indifferent expression devoid of emotion.
Paired with the simple yet unassuming deep-purple Daoist robe he wore and the Daoist hairpin in his hair, a freshly emerged Supreme Daoist made his appearance.
