Fang Lin quickly catches the object Han Luoyun tosses to him, holding it in his hand, examining it carefully.
"What… what is this?" A moment later, a puzzled expression crosses Fang Lin's face, he's completely baffled by the object in his hand.
All they could see was that Fang Lin was holding a random black stone, indents in some places and lumps in others. It looked particularly ugly; it was the type of stone that would be disregarded even if discarded on the side of the road.
Fang Lin scrutinized the black stone for a long time, but still could not deduce what was special about it. It seemed to be just an ordinary stone.
Elder Qian glanced at the stone in Fang Lin's hand, expressing dissatisfaction. He complained, "Sect Master, you are too tightfisted, giving away just a cheap stone? At least give some divine weapon, or even the Mythical Skills Manual."
