Lin Xuan remained silent. A moment later, he reached out and gripped it, trying to pour his magic power inside...
Yet there was no effect. Although this Broken Sword was brimming with spirituality, he had no way to command it at all.
This proved all the more that it was no ordinary Ancient Treasure.
One had to know that even with a natal treasure, before the owner's imprint on it had been erased, if he tried pouring magic power into it, then even if he could not command it, it would not be like this, without the slightest reaction.
However, Lin Xuan was not discouraged. With the little time he had now, of course he could not research anything, but as long as he knew it was an extraordinary treasure, that was enough.
Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and patted his Storage Bag. A box about a foot long appeared before his eyes.
Lin Xuan placed the broken sword inside, then pasted several restriction talismans onto it. Only then did he put it into his robes, perfectly satisfied.
Afterward, he closed his eyes again and continued releasing his exceedingly powerful divine sense. Since he had found the right place, there definitely could not be only this one broken sword here.
A trace of envy showed on Wu Yun'er's face. Of course, she still had self-awareness. She also knew that with her cultivation, she truly had no fortune to enjoy the relics of a Lihe-stage old monster.
A person had to know contentment. If she had not met Uncle-Master Lin, she would have perished long ago. Thinking this, Wu Yun'er let go of those slight greedy thoughts in her heart, found a relatively clean spot, sat cross-legged, and began regulating her breathing to recover her magic power.
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