He slowly stirred awake. Above him, the old, dim hanging lamp was still gently swaying and creaking.
Lu Xuan shot up, holding the ancient Daoist Robe in his hands and wearing the Daoist Crown, but the Keeper of the Records and the bamboo slips were nowhere to be seen.
'Were they left behind in the Guardian Storage Room?'
Muttering to himself, Lu Xuan took off the Daoist Crown and held it in his hands, then carefully examined both the robe and the crown.
The robe's material was unknown. It looked ancient and profound, yet it felt as light as a feather in his hands. A gray brilliance, like Chaos, occasionally flowed across its surface.
The Daoist Crown was much the same, with one difference: it possessed an additional aura, one of supreme and infinite majesty. A single glance at it would bring the word "Supreme" to mind.
