Hearing Lin Xuan say that, True Lord of the North Sea revealed a trace of self-satisfaction. A mere Spirit Division Stage cultivator would presumably not dare fail to appreciate his kindness and defy his orders.
Although Lin Xuan was now tremendously famous, in the eyes of a Tribulation Transcendence existence, he was simply nothing special.
So what if he had defeated that fellow Tianjue? The gap between Tribulation Transcendence and Spirit Division simply could not be measured by reason. To a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, whether Lin Xuan or Tianjue, they were nothing more than ants.
Lin Xuan raised a hand and patted, spiritual light dazzling the eye. Then a small and exquisite jade bottle appeared before them.
"Senior is referring to this object, yes? In my battle with Tianjue, this junior relied on it to replenish his magic power." Lin Xuan's utterly respectful voice entered his ears. Facing an old monster of this level, even he did not dare be the slightest bit negligent. At this moment, to say he was treading on thin ice was not wrong in the least.
"Mm. Let this old man have a look, shall we?"
Though True Lord of the North Sea said this, he in fact had no intention of asking Lin Xuan's opinion. His right hand lifted slightly, and the jade bottle seemed to be pulled by an inconspicuous force, flying into his palm.
The old monster toyed with the object, then gave it a light shake and pulled out the stopper. A fragrance that refreshed the heart and spleen drifted out, spreading through the entire great hall.
Lin Xuan's heart rose into his throat.
This Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk was a purified object, and Lin Xuan was afraid he would see some clue in it.
Though that possibility was very low, he