With that Wei Zhao casually handed over a pouch of spirit jade. Xin Yijie took it and looked inside, and was struck dumb on the spot—there were fully twenty or thirty pieces of spirit jade in it. This Grand-Uncle-Master had clearly had empty hands all this while—how had he conjured them out of thin air?!

It was fortunate that the North Island Cangwu Sect had been placed last; by now everyone due to be teleported had largely gone through, and the other Ancient Alliance disciples who had remained behind had dispersed. Only Xin Yijie and a few others were present—otherwise it would surely have caused a tremendous sensation.