When Xiao Yifeng held the Dragon Horn in the palm of his hand, the Golden Dragon in his mind suddenly became excited, and he could clearly feel that the Dragon Horn contained an extremely vast energy.
Xiao Yifeng also saw the people from Lingyin Temple and Saint Hall coming to retrieve the Sharira and Heart of the Angel, his eyes narrowed slightly, glittering with light.
"Little Feeng!"
When Xiao Yifeng walked out of the auction, Xiao Han approached him.
"Third Uncle!"
Xiao Yifeng called out warmly.
"Why would you think of buying this Dragon Horn?"
Xiao Han looked at Xiao Yifeng and spoke indifferently.
"It felt novel, so I bought it!"
Xiao Yifeng replied directly, not mentioning the Golden Dragon in his mind; after all, that matter was too fantastical.
"This Dragon Horn, according to my conjecture, is probably not an ordinary item. Be careful so it doesn't attract unwanted attention."
Xiao Han looked at Xiao Yifeng and reminded him with concern.
