Li Ximing entered the treasure vault alongside the red-robed disciples of Hengzhu Dao Gate. Chen Xuanyu walked ahead with him, while Li Qinghong quietly followed a step behind, somewhat lost in thought.0

Though Hengzhu Dao Gate was considered orthodox, Li Qinghong dared not fully trust it. Still, whatever she needed to exchange, she could only go to Hengzhu Dao Gate and no other. There was no other reason; her family’s spirit item taken from Wang Fu belonged to the Ancient Merging Dao lineage and had already been revealed before the Hengzhu Dao Gate cultivators, who practiced the same Dao. There was no hiding it now. With Bi Yuzhuang’s desire plainly written on her face, Li Qinghong had no choice but to go along with the flow.0

But when she thought more deeply, suspicion crept in, Could the Ancient Merging Dao spirit item...0