"Not bad. Those materials are indeed rare, but with the Shayang Sect's strength, as long as you put your mind to it, a full two hundred years have passed. I imagine you should have gained at least something." Lin Xuan's faint voice entered his ears. "Don't tell me that even now, you still don't have the slightest clue."
Before the words had even faded, Lin Xuan's expression had already turned cold.
With his temperament, he was naturally not so easily fooled. If the other party obeyed in appearance but opposed him in secret, Lin Xuan would absolutely make him regret it.
"Master has misunderstood. This old slave has done his utmost; how could there possibly be no gains at all? Of the treasures you listed, four now have leads." Shayang Old Devil hurriedly spoke in his own defense, then flicked his sleeve. A Storage Bag flew out, and he held it in both hands, delivering it to the table before Lin Xuan.
"Oh?" Lin Xuan's face remained calm, but in truth, his heart was already rather delighted. Since these materials had been listed by him personally, Lin Xuan naturally knew perfectly well just how rare they were. They required not only effort, but also luck. For the other party to have collected four of them had already far exceeded his expectations.
He reached out and seized the Storage Bag, then sank his divine sense into it.
A moment later, Lin Xuan raised his head, a trace of joy appearing on his face. It really was a coincidence of fate—the four materials the other party had collected did not overlap with the two he had obtained.
In this way, when the two were combined, only a single material remained for refining the Fire Sword.
Shayang Old Devil had been secretly watching