Trading spirit liquid... wasn't Han Kang, standing right before them, the perfect person for it?
Miao Yun's eyes lit up, and she smiled. "With Brother Han generously lending a hand, the matter of the mid-grade spirit liquid will naturally fall into place."
After a moment's thought, she continued pensively, "Our sect's treasures are primarily swords. We originally intended to give Elder Lin a generous gift of thanks once the task was complete, but now Brother Han has contributed mid-grade spirit liquid as well..."
Swish!
With a light wave of her hand, she took a strip of white cloth from her Storage Bag, then slowly unwrapped it to reveal a Dark-Green Iron Fragment.
Although Lin Mo did not recognize it, he vaguely sensed his Wood Dao Platform trembling inside his dantian the instant the iron fragment appeared. It clearly reacted to the fragment.
"Several years ago, I visited the Fire Rock Domain and happened upon this treasure in a market district there."
Miao Yun gently stroked the Dark-Green Iron Fragment, a trace of reluctance in her eyes. "Its material is extraordinarily tough. Even an upper-tier eighth-grade Dao Sword cannot damage it in the slightest."
"I originally intended to refine it into a second Life-Bound Dao Sword. Unfortunately, our sect is not proficient in artifact refining, and masters of the craft are exceedingly difficult to find. To this day, I have yet to fulfill that wish."
"If Brother Han finds it acceptable, I would offer this as our gift of thanks for purifying the dragon vein. What do you think?"
Han Kang frowned slightly.
He already had the Black-Gold Pestle. Although it was only upper-tier eighth-grade, years of nurturing and refining had made it no weaker than an ordinary seventh-grade treasured artifact.
Lin Mo had also subdued two Ancient Swords, so he