Holding the corpse hand, Yang Lin infused True Yuan into it and then gently swung it.
A protruding boulder in front of them, weighing thousands of jins, burst into pieces at that moment, vanishing before their eyes.
Both of them were somewhat surprised; the power of the corpse hand was frighteningly strong.
"This item is too precious, I can't accept it," Yang Lin spoke, her expression serious, intending to return the corpse hand to Qin Hao.
Qin Hao waved his hand, refusing to accept it outright: "Nothing precious about it, and besides, if I were to keep it, I'd definitely be scolded by my sect elders, thinking that I've disgraced myself. You just hold on to it."
"What's disgraceful about this?" Yang Lin was somewhat puzzled.
If it were any other sect that got their hands on a Blood Clan Holy Artifact, they would probably be too overjoyed to reprimand anyone.
"Just trust me on this."
Qin Hao smiled faintly.
