Su Changqing calmly looked in the direction of Jin Dapeng without speaking, and the black-robed elder seemed to have no intention of making a move either.
Jin Dapeng picked up the inheritance brocade box, flapped his wings, and quickly flew away with a face full of joy.
The black-robed elder, leaning on a cane, walked towards Su Changqing.
"I am Heishui Zhenren, a wandering cultivator. I've met Su Holy Son."
