"Dad, I brought a lot of good stuff from the Heavenly Court with me today."
An Lin came to a small pavilion with An Mingchuan and rummaged through his storage ring excitedly.
"You didn't need to, I don't really lack anything here!" An Mingchuan spoke with a nonchalant expression.
"Oh really? So you don't even want a spirit tool?" An Lin chuckled.
Everyone fell completely silent at his words.
Tian Lingling, Cui Zhe, and An Mingchuan all gasped as their eyes widened with shock.
What did a spirit tool mean to a cultivator on Earth? It was the essential treasure of a large sect!
There are less than ten spirit tools in the whole of the Hua Nation.
"No, that's far too valuable! Keep it for yourself, I don't want it!" An Mingchuan immediately refused.
An Lin knew exactly what his father was concerned about. "Don't worry, I have a lot of spirit tools here for you to choose from."
