Flowing Light Immortal World, a palace that resembled a blazing furnace.
A white-haired, rugged old man was examining a special artifact in his grasp.
"Subtle, it's truly so subtler. I never thought that Immortal Tools could reach such a degree," the white-haired craftsman exclaimed in surprise.
"I wonder which craftsman took pride in crafting this. I must pay a visit to exchange some thoughts if there is a chance." Just as the white-haired craftsman spoke.
Suddenly, a Holy Light enveloped the special artifact, making it disappear from the craftsman's hand.
The white-haired craftsman stared blankly at his palm for a long time.
"I know who it is," the craftsman stared at his palm, murmuring to himself.
"Master, that special artifact has been teleported to another Immortal World," Pu Tao reported.
"That's good. If anyone obtains a special artifact and wants to decipher it in the future, teleport it randomly to another place," Xu Fan commanded.
"Yes, Master."
