Compared to kindling a fire, Changgui's Samadhi True Fire clearly has better uses.
After finishing the meal, everyone gathered at the rear hall. Beneath a wall full of plaques, there sat a palm-sized little cauldron pitifully on the ground; the surroundings were now covered by a thin layer of dust.
Before Chen Muxue retrieved the iron pot from the cauldron, this cauldron used to be very large.
This was the Gate Guardian Treasure of the Qian Ding Sect, the Qiankun Cauldron.
"Go give it a try," Chen Muxue indicated.
Changgui hesitantly stepped forward, carefully attempting to pick it up, surprisingly, the cauldron was incredibly light.
He effortlessly held the cauldron in his hands, examining and playing with it, his eyes sparkling with an unusual shine: "I feel like it likes me!"
Actually, Chen Muxue had previously suspected that her iron pot might have absorbed something from the Qiankun Cauldron, but now it seems that the cauldron is still intact, just inexplicably shrunk.
