"The talisman is a defensive treasure," Arthur continued.
"It will activate automatically if you're in mortal danger. It can block one attack at the Martial Ancestor level. Only one, so don't rely on it completely. But it should save your life if the worst happens."
"And this," Arthur held up the formation plate, "is a teleportation array. If things become too dangerous and you need to escape, channel your qi into it. It will transport you and anyone within ten meters to a safe location outside the secret realm."
Balor stared at the items in his hands. His throat worked as he swallowed hard. "Master, these are too valuable. I can't—"
"You can and you will," Arthur interrupted firmly. "You're my disciple. Your life is valuable to me. These are just tools. Your growth and survival are far more important than any treasure."
Balor's eyes glistened slightly. He bowed deeply again. "Thank you, Master. I won't waste these gifts. I'll use them wisely and return safely."
