Chương 727: Without a Hitch

"This jade voice transmission talisman indeed belongs to an old friend. This old monk hasn't seen it in more than 10 years." The old monk sighed emotionally before nodding at Qiao Mu and saying, "Benefactress, please wait a moment."

Subsequently, he walked to one side of the room and took out a small, pitch-black box from a row of standing pomelo wood drawers.

Yet after wiping the small box with his sleeve, the old monk stared distractedly at it for a while.

Dressed in a small, gray monastic robe, the little monk kneeled on a small praying mat next to Qiao Mu and repeatedly sized up this visitor with his moist eyes.

The old monk carried the small black box towards Qiao Mu and sat down across from her, handing it over. "Benefactress, this is yours."

"The Startled Swan?" Qiao Mu hadn't expected this trip to go so smoothly.