Dao Xuan was stunned. Yeah, what could he possibly offer Jiang Siming?
That kid was far richer than him. What kind of elixir could possibly attract him?
But then Dao Xuan thought of something. The magical treasure Jiang Siming used seemed to be a set of flying swords that were only low-grade spiritual artifacts.
That meant his magical treasures weren't anything special.
After pondering for a long while, Dao Xuan finally gritted his teeth and steeled his heart. He took out a magical treasure from his storage pouch and threw it out.
Seeing the pained look on Dao Xuan's face, Jiang Siming thought the old man was about to throw the Zhu Xian Sword to him. He was instantly overjoyed.
The Zhu Xian Sword was a high-grade spiritual artifact, after all—a rare treasure.
Jiang Siming also preferred using swords. The only sword he could currently bring out was the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, a set of low-grade spiritual swords.
The set had been fairly convenient when he was in the Golden Core stage, but now he was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and was close to reaching the Divine Transformation stage.
A low-grade spiritual artifact now seemed rather unimpressive and lacking in power.
Besides, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword couldn't compare to the Zhu Xian Sword.
Jingni was an immortal artifact, but he didn't dare use it recklessly. At least until he became stronger, he could only use it in secret.
Jiang Siming thought that if this old man was willing to give him the Zhu Xian Sword, it would truly be like receiving a pillow just when he was sleepy~
Just as Jiang Siming was delightedly waiting to receive the sword, Dao Xuan threw out a strange object instead.
A rope? No, more precisely,