Bai Tianheng slowly extended a hand, almost reverently, as the scroll hovered between them.
"Heaven-Grade Cultivation Technique!"
His voice was low, but filled with awe.
Even he, the Patriarch of the Bai Clan, had cultivated with an Earth-Grade technique. This was something that every clan and sects would go to war for.
Bai Tianheng's mouth had gone dry. He stared at the scroll, then at Bai Zihan, then at the sword still floating calmly beside him.
"You brat…" he muttered, shaking his head with a crooked grin. "You're really trying to give this old man a heart attack."
Bai Zihan yawned.
"If you die from shock, it just proves the Bai Clan might need a new leader!"
"You—!"
Bai Tianheng became a bit angry at his heartless son, but thinking about the treasures, he quickly calmed down.
"Zihan'er… are you truly giving this to the Clan?"
Bai Zihan raised an eyebrow.
"What, you want me to hoard it? If you don't want it, then I'll keep it for myself."
