In other words, though this Residual Talisman was an Immortal treasure and worth no small amount in itself, because of all manner of constraints, if it fell into the hands of an ordinary cultivator, it would be of no use at all.
As for that bundle of hair, there was not the slightest trace of spiritual power on it. It looked more like a piece of trash.
Lin Xuan and Wang Tinglou exchanged a glance, both of their expressions somewhat dejected and stunned. After so much difficulty finding an Immortal's treasure, neither had expected this to be the result.
With a flick of his sleeve, Lin Xuan actually tossed the hair in his hand toward the other party.
Wang Tinglou froze, then caught it in his hand by reflex. Afterward, he understood Lin Xuan's intention and also used a ball of spiritual light to support the Residual Talisman in his hand before tossing it over.
The two exchanged treasures, each examining them again, and afterward their expressions grew even gloomier.
However, neither of them was an ordinary cultivator, and very soon they turned their heads toward the Altar in front of them again.
There were still two things on it.
Perhaps they would have no small value.
After all, this was a True Immortal-level existence. It was impossible for him to have left behind nothing but things like scrap copper and rotten iron.
Lin Xuan thought this in his heart.
The remaining items were a Wooden Box about a foot long, and a small, delicate Jade Bottle.
Judging by common sense, what the bottle contained should be something like pills.
Even with Lin Xuan's shrewdness, his gaze could not help but grow heated.
What sort of use would pills left behind by a True Immortal have? After taking one, could