Great Witch Hou Yi Tribe.
In a cavern by the Lin River Gorge, Feng Meng personally brought over a crude wooden box and tossed it in front of Miss Zhao and the others.
The box was crude, but what it contained was something worth a fortune in the modern world—one thousand Dao Rhymes, priceless and impossible to buy.
"My master told me to deliver one thousand Divine Marks. I've finished the task. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
The Great Witch's disciple remained cold-faced throughout. As soon as he put the items down, he left without any intention of lingering.
The Ghost Masked Man... Da Liu casually opened the wooden box. At once, an incomparably rich, mystical aura surged out, even making Light Dragon King's Gauntlet in his arm stir restlessly.
Since the forbidden item had evolved, the gauntlet had only stirred once before—when it encountered Wang Tianjun, whose destiny as another forbidden item made him its natural nemesis...
This time, its agitation was actually caused by these one thousand Houtu Divine Marks... in other words, the Dao Rhyme Pupil.
"Feng Meng doesn't seem very friendly toward us." Da Liu picked up a Divine Mark and examined it with his left hand, the hand inhabited by the gauntlet... He felt an urge to devour it, but he managed to suppress it.
Miss Zhao said calmly, "For an ordinary ruin, producing one hundred Dao Rhymes would already make it well worth excavating. These one thousand Dao Rhymes probably represent a severe loss for the Hou Yi Tribe."
As she spoke, she picked up a Dao Rhyme as well and chuckled. "This is truly good stuff. Outside, they're sold one at a time. Even many Kunlun Holy Lands might not be able to produce one thousand of them at once...