Zhang Jian took out the Dragon Pearl, a strong surge of Spiritual Power in his hand enveloping the pearl, isolating it from the invisible pull.
He glanced outside the Qi Mansion.
Zhang Jian's eyes held a hint of indifference, without a trace of curiosity.
He casually tucked the Dragon Pearl back into his sleeve, not interested in pursuing the reason behind it.
Sometimes, having less curiosity can be better for oneself.
It would mean fewer complications.
He was already high-profile enough now.
Next, he needed to calm his mind and focus on studying several Daoist Techniques in hand, which required a great deal of effort.
Now he simply needed to wait for the Zhang Family to expand to a certain extent, so that he could return to his ancestor and reap the benefits.
If the Zhang Family ascended to the status of a County-Honored Clan and conducted another ancestral sacrifice, there would surely be great rewards.
Many unnecessary risks no longer needed to be taken.
