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."