"Should I hand it over to that fairy?"
After the significant loss, Jiang Ding stared intently at the thick-skinned fairy before him.
"Oh dear,"
Yu Qianzi suddenly staggered, and a dusty Jade Slip fell from his sleeve, accidentally landing on the ground.
"It seems you've dropped something."
Jiang Ding was expressionless.
"Yes, I dropped it,"
Yu Qianzi curled his lip, "But this, I picked up a long time ago when I killed a rebel from a sect. Do you recognize its owner?"
"I do."
Jiang Ding nodded and picked up the dusty Jade Slip.
It was necessary.
Disciples of the Immortal Sects bore severe Spirit Soul Restrictions to prevent the leakage of their sect's heritage, and unless one became the master of a sect, they could not break free.
Divine Sense probed into it.
"Taiyin Sword Refining Skill"
"…"
After the title, there was a vast expanse of blank space, it took several pages before any text appeared.
