Ye Han looked at the magic artifact Zhang Qingshan had taken out. It was one of the daggers Zhang Sanlei and his two companions had used.
He took it. The dagger's design looked quite simple, with many shapes along its middle resembling demon beast scales. An array rune lay within its handle, making it look rather extraordinary.
Zhang Qingshan continued, "This should be a Flying Scale Dagger forged from sharp gold! Though it's a mid-grade magical artifact, it certainly isn't cheap. One is worth over a hundred spirit stones!"
Then, after a moment's thought, the other two Flying Scale Daggers appeared in his hands. He offered them to Ye Han and said, "These three Flying Scale Daggers were probably forged in the same batch. If you find a flying sword spell that lets you wield three magic artifacts someday, they'll be a great help to you! Keep them."
He paused, then cautioned, "But for now, you can only refine one. Don't bite off more than you can chew! With your spiritual sense and cultivation, controlling them won't be easy!"
Ye Han accepted them and nodded. "All right! Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang!"
Zhang Qingshan added, "Also! These three Flying Scale Daggers belonged to Zhang Sanlei and his companions. Though we don't know where they got them, try not to let others see them when you use them!"
Something stirred in Ye Han's heart, and he nodded. Suddenly, he felt that Senior Brother Zhang Qingshan wasn't actually as guileless as he appeared. Perhaps his honesty and kindness were reserved for certain people.
Toward strangers or outsiders, he had an entirely different attitude.
Zhang Qingshan examined the cavern again and found that the pool had indeed dried up. The heaven and earth spiritual energy was more than a hundred thousand miles removed