"Rest assured, Auntie."
Bai Qinghan looked on with some helplessness. "Please, just accept them. I have no use for these items, but Eldest Brother will definitely find them useful..."
This was not merely an excuse Bai Qinghan had fabricated; the Tianyi Demon Sect was truly building up the Heavenly Sword Mountain range as if it were the stronghold of their Saint Son. They were not joking—they regarded An Jing as their Saint Son, and they were treating him with the status of a true Saint Son.
Chapter 899