Upon hearing Xu Wendong agreed, everyone showed a look of joy, hurriedly expressing their gratitude.
To them, Master Wudao's murder was indeed something terrifying.
After all, with his death, someone would surely eye Qingyuan City, planning to dominate it.
Such things were not uncommon.
But what filled them with delight was.
Even if Master Wudao was killed, they had encountered an even more powerful protector!
This was absolutely a great fortune!
Without much thought.
The elder leading the group was the first to react, a flash of resolve passed through his eyes.
He respectfully took out an ancient wooden box from his storage bag, holding it with trembling hands, he presented it to Xu Wendong, saying, "Senior, this is a thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng I had the fortune to obtain in my youth. Its spiritual energy is abundant and pure, greatly beneficial for cultivation. Today, I present it to you as a token of gratitude, hoping you would accept it with a smile."
