Sure enough, after they chatted for a while, the old man surnamed Zhu slowly said:
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, do you remember the ancient lamp you took during the battle that day?"
"You mean the one that could summon a flaming peacock? That ancient treasure looked pretty good to me. It seemed quite powerful," Xiao Yu said, asking despite already knowing the answer.
"Indeed, that is the ancient treasure you mentioned. Although it performed well that day, special conditions were required." The old man paused, stroked his beard, and continued:
"To be frank, this lamp is called the Origin Bright Lamp. It is an inherited sacred object of our Mulan People, and its symbolic significance outweighs its practical use. Only our holy maiden can activate it with a special secret technique, and doing so also consumes many other rare materials. In anyone else's hands, it is merely a chicken rib-too little meat to eat, yet a pity to throw away."
"Ah, in that case, I can only use it as a decorative piece." Xiao Yu blinked, then spoke with a frustrated air.
"Er..." The old man was momentarily choked into silence. I've made it this obvious, and you're still playing dumb?
The short man surnamed Bi also huffed as he stared at Xiao Yu, barely concealing his anger.
"In other words, this object is of little use to you. Might I ask you to return it to our people? Naturally, I will offer some compensation." The old man laid his request out plainly.
"I don't mind returning it, provided you make it worth my while." Xiao Yu wasted no time and agreed outright.
"What are your terms?" The old man surnamed Zhu and his companion felt relieved, exchanging a glance before asking. They were not afraid of Xiao Yu making demands;