"Taoist Child, I have completed the task without disgrace; the forging of the magic artifact went smoothly."
In his gentle speech, a streak of flowing light moved toward Liang Hui.
Reaching out his palm, the light dissipated to reveal a small bell.
The bell was crimson, yet it had the texture of jade.
He toyed with the small bell in his palm, feeling the warmth come through.
At the same time, the reddish-gold mana surged from his body toward the small bell, leaving behind his unique mana imprint.
His gaze shifted to the somewhat weary Master Zhu.
"Senior, you have worked hard."
"Taoist Child, after leaving your mana imprint, try to see if it meets the requirements."
Liang Hui nodded his head.
The Crimson Jade Bell was ownerless, and the boy's mana quickly left a mark within it.
With a thought, the Crimson Jade Bell enlarged to about a meter and floated in front of the boy.
Thoom!
