Four youthful youngsters, calling a girl under thirteen years old their Master, looked quite amusing.
"Good, good, you four little fellows are full of energy, Ancestor has gifts for you."
Ancestor Kunlun chuckled, his beard curled up, and with a wave of his right hand, four talisman treasures filled with intricate and profound runes appeared, shining brightly and floating in front of the four young people.
Lin Qingluo's eyebrows raised slightly: "Master, did you personally create these talisman treasures?"
"Hehe, my clever disciple, you guessed right."
Ancestor Kunlun, proud, stroked his beard: "These are indeed talisman treasures made by me; inside them, I have sealed 30% of my mana."
"Thank you, Ancestor!"
The four disciples were overjoyed, holding the talisman treasures in their hands, and bowed in unison to express their gratitude.
"Hehe, you little ones know a good thing when you see it."
Ancestor Kunlun's eyes flashed, and he laughed meaningfully.