Within the Grotto Heaven, the Dao Rhyme was serene and secluded.
As soon as he stepped into the Secret Realm, the aura on Chen Hua's body suddenly collapsed, the calm he had been maintaining outside shattered instantly.
"Master!"
"Master!!"
The expressions of the three disciples changed dramatically, and they hurriedly stepped forward with worry etched on their faces.
Chen Hua raised his hand and gently gestured, stopping the three from inquiring:
"No worries, failing the Seeker of Gold, naturally there is a price to pay."
"Although I lost the Golden Position this time, compared to cultivators who failed in seeking gold in the past and had their True Spirit perish, I am already very fortunate."
"At least, my True Spirit is not extinguished, and there remains a chance for reincarnation."
After saying this, he lifted his gaze to the three, inquiring solemnly:
"Are the small banners I previously bestowed upon you still with you?"
