The old man had assigned each prodigy's title himself, so naturally he knew who should receive what.
And Ye Lin's share naturally arrived before him as well.
With a wave of his hand, Ye Lin swept everything before him into his Spatial Ring, leaving only one glittering object in his grasp.
If he was not mistaken, this had to be something called a Dao Seed.
A Dao Seed planted the foundation of the Dao—the foundation for attaining the Dao.
One could imagine just how precious such a thing was.
After pondering it for a moment, Ye Lin stuffed it into his Spatial Ring as well. He could study it later.
Right now, Ye Lin had a more important matter to deal with: reforging the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
A first-rank Immortal Artifact Refiner making a move even once—this was what Ye Lin needed most.
Reforging the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor could not wait a moment longer. There could be no delay.
Ye Lin had grown thoroughly accustomed to using the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, but it seemed that it could no longer keep pace with his cultivation.
It could only be reforged; it could not be replaced.
But there were only five hours left before the teleportation array opened. Would five hours be enough?
It was not that he doubted an Immortal Artifact Refiner, but five hours was simply too short. It truly made one doubt.
"Young friends, it is now time for me to fulfill my promise. If any of you wish to forge artifacts, you may all come to me."
At that moment, an old man in the distance spoke with a kindly expression.
The moment his words fell, Ye Lin stepped forward.
"Senior, could you repair this sword of mine? I