"Not bad."
Lin Xuan spoke with a sincere expression. "Senior, my Taixu Spirit Milk is already in your pouch, but I myself still need some treasures to restore my magical power. Though the effect of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk is somewhat inferior, for a Spirit Division Stage cultivator like me, as long as I drink a few more mouthfuls, it will work all the same."
"Mm, that is true enough."
True Lord of the North Sea looked perfectly at ease and waved his hand generously. "Very well. This old man will grant your wish."
Before his words had even fallen, he gave his sleeve a flick. A clear clinking and clattering reached the ear as several pure-white Jade Bottles dropped down before him.
"Many thanks for your generous gift, Senior."
Lin Xuan was overjoyed. He casually took one bottle, pulled out the stopper, and at once a refreshing fragrance drifted out from within, soothing the heart and lungs.
It was indeed top-grade Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk.
Delight colored Lin Xuan's face. With a turn of his wrist, a sweep of rosy light rolled out and gathered all those bottles into his robes.
He had guessed right. The other party had indeed agreed.
After all, to a Tribulation Transcendence great power, Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk was practically chicken ribs. Even if he drank several bottles in one breath, it would only restore twenty or thirty percent of his magical power. Such an effect was simply not worth mentioning to a cultivator of that realm. In the past, he might still have needed to keep a few bottles on him for emergencies, but now that he had the Taixu Spirit Milk, this item seemed even more like chicken ribs. So giving it to Lin Xuan did not pain him in the slightest.
"Many thanks, Senior.