Several days passed, and ye Wushuang was still in seclusion.
The ye family members did not dare to disturb him.
However, every time ye Wentian and the others looked at the secret chamber where the former was in seclusion, their eyes were filled with shock.
Sword shadows. Sword shadows that filled the sky enveloped the entire secret room. Even the countless flowers and trees outside the ye family mansion were faintly releasing traces of sword intent.
Ye chen was waiting. With a precious treasure like the profound Pearl, once Wushuang came out of seclusion, he would no longer have any weaknesses!
On the fifth day, ye Wentian walked in quickly,"Mr. Ye, all the materials you want are here!"
"Cold nether stone, spirit horn sand, precious branch of liuyan ..."
Ye chen immersed his divine sense into the storage ring that ye Wentian had handed over. A hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
