"If that's the case..." Red Sun hesitated slightly, his gaze shifting to the body of the cauldron not far away, where a fissure had appeared.
A torrent of red fire surged out, enveloping the edges of the fissure. The metal spikes on it gradually melted into liquid before finally reforming into a small tablet, about the length of a forearm.
On the red metal, two large, gilt words appeared—Red Sun.
It floated gracefully into Su Chen's hands.
He extended both hands, accepting it with reverence. "I will keep it safe," he said.
'After all, I owe this elder a huge favor. It's no trouble to pay my respects during the holidays. Pleasing the old man is part of the reason, too.'
'Of course, it also has its use as a trump card.'
'Setting aside the vast Dust Star Sea, the internal politics of the Bronze Sect are a tangled mess. As a Red Sun Disciple, I'll naturally be under the Ancient King's protection.'
