Lan appeared in front of the four friends the following morning as he had said he would. He quickly looked over them and noticed that they were all in peak condition. Nodding his head, he knew that they had spent the night cultivating and relaxing.
“Follow me,” he said casually and led them through his mansion. They walked through corridors and halls before reaching the lake side. Shockingly, Xue Wei found that the center of the mansion belonging to Prophet Lan was actually a small hut that seemed to be thousands of years old.
It was a hut that was worn down and seemed as if it could collapse at any moment. This hut was only large enough to house a single person.
“This is?” Xue Wei asked, puzzled. Why had Lan brought them here? Lan noticed Xue Wei’s expression and smiled sadly. “This is the greatest treasure in the entire universe,” he said seriously.