Chapter 109 Taishan Sword Sect (1)
After descending the mountain, Gu Yangjie first checked the condition of the treasures he had brought.
Five inner cores of spiritual beasts that had originally resided in the Moshan Sect.
Two or three secret manuals written in the calligraphy of ancient nations, and a sword forged from special iron.
Especially the secret manuals—even a cursory glance revealed their extraordinary power, prompting him to handle them with even greater care.
‘Keep them dry… be careful.’
Even during transport, moisture from rain or sweat could render the manuals useless.
Therefore, Gu Yangjeok decided it would be wiser to entrust them to others rather than transport them himself to the Huashan Sect.
‘It would be nice if there were a branch of the Golden Ring Society here too.’
But would luck really be that favorable?
Without full confidence, Gu Yangjeok wrapped the bundle of dehumidifying paper he’d received from Man Tongja around the secret manuals.
Made from cypress trees grown in Mosan using a special secret technique, it was quite a valuable item.
Was the reason he’d readily given it away truly just simple goodwill?
Gu Yangji murmured the last words Mantongzi had spoken.
“A true friend.”
Even though so many things remained unspoken, he had quietly endured and understood. Gu Yangji was deeply grateful for that.
Someday, truly someday, he wanted to confide everything to this friend.
He longed to unburden the countless pent-up emotions he had kept bottled up inside, pouring them out over drinks.
