Two months later.
Lin Xuan raised his hand and beckoned. The white ice dragon twisted and shrank, revealing the immortal sword's form once more before flying back into Lin Xuan's hand.
On the other side, Yue'er's face was also deathly pale, faintly showing signs that her magical power had been overdrawn. Seeing Lin Xuan look over, the young girl gave a sweet smile, lightly shook the Beast Soul Banner, and likewise withdrew the Ink Flood Dragon.
Lin Xuan let out a breath. This Infant Fire restriction was far harder to dissolve than he had imagined. Even with him and Yue'er joining hands, it had actually taken two months.
The divine abilities of these Ancient Cultivators truly made one click their tongue in amazement. But when he thought of the treasures this person might have possessed, Lin Xuan's heart burned hot again.
What would be inside?
After a brief hesitation, Lin Xuan still did not take it with his hand. This seated-dead evil cultivator was sinister and cunning; who knew if he had arranged other traps inside?
Carefulness never led to great mistakes.
After a slight hesitation, Lin Xuan took the Beast Soul Banner from Yue'er's hand and poured magical power into it. The beast soul of a snake monster ran out from within, and with a flash of black shadow, it swept toward that Storage Bag.
Nothing unexpected happened.
Only then did Lin Xuan's expression ease as he took it over and sent his divine sense inside.
A moment later, he shook his hand, and multicolored rosy light emerged. Several treasures appeared before him.
A palm-sized talisman, glittering with golden light; one glance showed it was no ordinary item.
A crisp, emerald-green jade flute.
A small, fiery-red round shield, covered with runes, looking rather mysterious.
Lin Xuan's brows lifted slightly.