"What is this...?" Lin Xin reached out and picked up the small bell.
The tinkling sound immediately spread from the bell, clear and euphonious, yet with a subtle ethereal quality.
"The Hundred Flowers Bell, a good item I acquired years ago when I annihilated a Heretic Sect. Its power is mediocre, but it excels because it consumes very little energy and works silently and inconspicuously, catching people off guard." Pudu Sheng smiled, "Most importantly, the owner of this bell was also a cultivator of musical cultivation techniques. It seems to hide some secrets."
"You've thoughtfully remembered." Lin Xin truly hadn't expected Pudu Sheng to still remember him. Their old friendship still existed, and he was slightly moved.
"We supported each other at the beginning to build such a foundation; naturally, our relationship is different," Pudu Sheng remarked sentimentally.
