Each to Their Own Strength

Gu Lan looked puzzled as the token Xuan Feng had given him seemed to hold no immediate significance. Without giving it much thought, he placed it into his storage ring. The weight of the situation lay elsewhere, and the mysterious token was just another trinket in his collection for the time being.

His footsteps quickened, and soon, he arrived at the majestic Jing Nation Imperial Palace. As they entered, Gu Lan was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice the pair of eyes that had been watching his every move as he left.

In the darkened void above, Xuan Feng's lips curled into a meaningful smile, his eyes gleaming with a hint of something far beyond mere curiosity.

A figure standing beside him asked, confused, "Dark God, why are you helping him?"

Xuan Feng's voice was calm, but there was a certain weight to it as he answered, "Do you think I'm helping him?"