"Good!"
The Yunyue Sect Master waved his hand, and several fist-sized meteoric iron from outer space appeared out of thin air.
From the Iron Sword Sect, an ancient elder stepped forward, grabbed the meteorite, and checked it. "That's correct, and the quality is also passable."
"Heh."
Elder Mao walked to the opposite side, weighed the Brass Crystal from the Iron Sword Sect, and smiled. "The color is still decent."
Chen Yu was astonished. It seemed Elder Mao was quite experienced, responsible for the appraisal of materials.
At the same time,
he noticed a detail: both the Yunyue Sect Master and the Iron Sword Sect's bearded middle-aged man had conjured the precious Spiritual Ore from thin air.
Could it be the legendary storage artifacts?
Chen Yu didn't ponder further; the world of the sects was vast and mysterious, with too many things he had never encountered.
