Cheng Lie was slightly taken aback. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but when he saw Chen Changming's focused expression, he ultimately held it back.
He had absolute trust in his brother's character—
Ning Jin would never covet his Primal Magnetism Ironstone. Since he had taken it, there had to be a reason.
Deep within the Beast Taming Bracelet, in a dim and shadowy space, a black turtle the size of a millstone lay dozing in a corner. Its shell was covered in profound black patterns that flickered faintly with each breath.
At that moment, a pitch-black Primal Magnetism Ironstone drifted lightly over and hovered before it.
A familiar voice rang out through the space at the same time. "Is this stone useful to you?"
The Primal Magnetism Mystic Turtle abruptly opened its eyes. A scorching light burst from them as it stared fixedly at the black stone, letting out a greedy gulp. Barely able to suppress its excitement, it said, "Master, is this stone for me? It's somewhat similar to the black sand I swallowed back then. It would be immensely useful to me!"
Chen Changming's divine sense was overjoyed at those words.
Ever since the Primal Magnetism Mystic Turtle had formed a contract with him, it had only shone brilliantly once during the Beast Taming Immortal Sect's disciple competition. Later, as its cultivation gradually failed to keep pace with his growth, it never had another chance to appear and had remained curled up inside the Beast Taming Bracelet, warming the bench.
After all these years, the Primal Magnetism Mystic Turtle's cultivation had only barely reached the mid-stage of Level Twelve. It still had a long road ahead before breaking through to the Void Refinement Realm.
But if it had enough Primal Magnetism Ironstone to aid it...