Fuxi shook his head. “The Bell of Chaos is yours after Tushan gave it to you. You alone are able to use it.”

Lu Yun looked down closely at the bell in his hand. The small, unassuming bell constantly jingled on the little fox’s neck, but it was completely silent in his hand no matter what he tried.

“I don’t think I understand it.” Lu Yun sighed after a long pause. “The little fox gave me the bell, but this connate-grade treasure shouldn’t be mine. When we meet again, I’ll return it to her.”

Fuxi gave Lu Yun a silent look.

“As for this creator, I have my ways of resurrecting him. It won’t be necessary...