Lingbei City.
Only seven days had passed since his last visit. Now that Lin Mo had returned, his state of mind was entirely different.
On his previous visit, he had yet to obtain the Mystic Ice Soul and knew little about the Snow Demon Tribe, so some unease had been inevitable.
Now, however, Lin Mo knew the Snow Demon Tribe's circumstances like the back of his hand. With the Mystic Ice Soul in his possession and a Spirit Transformation senior lending his full support, he was brimming with confidence.
"Young friend Lin, we meet again! Hahaha!"
They were in a top-tier guest room at the Penglai Commerce Association's branch in the center of Lingbei City's Market District.
Bing Suihan wore a snow-white robe, his white hair billowing, his bearing imposing and bold. "Where's the Mystic Ice Soul? Take it out and let me have a look."
"The Snow Demon Tribe's supreme ancestral treasure-I'd only ever heard of it before. I've never seen what it looks like!"
Without hesitation, Lin Mo immediately took out the Mystic Ice Soul and respectfully offered it to Bing Suihan.
Bing Suihan accepted the Mystic Ice Soul and toyed with it for a moment before casually tossing it back to Lin Mo, his face full of disdain. "Nothing special about it. Just an utterly ordinary lump of rock."
"If I didn't trust that you wouldn't lie, I'd suspect this thing was completely useless, let alone capable of sealing the Primordial Cold Abyss!"
Lin Mo smiled without a word.
To someone with a yin-yang sacred body, the Mystic Ice Soul was indeed incomparably precious.
But Senior Bing possessed only a yin spiritual root, so naturally, he could neither perceive the Mystic Ice Soul's wonders nor activate its sealing power.
As for me...
*Without the Treasure Gourd improving