Only after quite a while did Yang Yong compose himself. He raised his head, about to ask, "Where did you get this?"
But when he looked up, he saw the two men looking utterly miserable, as though saying, "Baby's unhappy, but doesn't dare cry out loud."
Yang Yong understood instantly.
These two thought he wanted to take it by force.
Yang Yong did not make a fuss. He smiled.
The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace appeared out of thin air in his hand.
With his other hand, he brushed the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring. Two Bone Daggers appeared, and he casually tossed them into the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace.
The flames surged.
Clanging hammer blows rang out in a distinct rhythm.
A short while later...
The furnace lid flipped open, and two Bone Daggers flew out.
The Bone Daggers, originally mere semi-curios, had been forged into true Curio daggers.
The two men took the daggers and reached out to touch them...
They really were Curios!
Their aura was cold and sinister, their edges gleaming.
Joy instantly filled their hearts. Their miserable expressions vanished, replaced by the wild elation of having survived a disaster.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
Yang Yong merely looked at the daggers and said evenly, "These are called [Soul Thread Cutters].
[Thin bone-crystal blade, with a Fossil Eye embedded in the hilt]
[Can extract others' emotional soul threads, peer into their memories, and sever threads to alter emotions]"
He paused, his gaze settling on their faces, his voice growing softer. "But each use erodes you a little more."
"Use it too much, and first you lose your memories. Eventually, your soul is taken, and you become a walking corpse."
After hearing this, the smiles on their faces froze for a moment.
But soon, those smiles bloomed again,