Lin Hao's indifferent words filled Yu Shilong with shock, excitement, and anticipation.
He looked up, his gaze nervously fixed on Lin Hao.
"Ah?" Yu Song came to his senses from his previous astonishment and said subconsciously, "Right, Brother Hao, you did mention it."
"But, Brother Hao, a Spiritual Artifact is even harder to come by than those billions of yours. I never took it seriously," Yu Song said with a smile.
When Lin Hao initially made that statement, Yu Song didn't take it seriously at all.
In all of Huaxia, there weren't many Spiritual Artifacts.
How could one simply appear out of thin air?
As he finished his sentence, he saw Yu Shilong looking at him with disappointment, as if to say, "you still don't get what Lin Hao means, do you?"
"What do you mean?" Yu Song asked, puzzled.
Lin Hao smiled, flipped his hand, and a Bronze Sword appeared in his palm.
He tossed it to Yu Song carelessly: "Take a look, see if it feels right in your hand."
Cold Blade!
