Song Yan first picked up the jade box. Inside, what seemed to be a mass of blood was slowly flowing.
"What is this thing?"
He had seen little of the world, and there were plenty of things he did not recognize. Even with a treasure right before his eyes, he had no idea what it was used for.
He also took down the scale that resembled red jade and held it in his hand.
"Is this a scale from some Demon Beast?"
Xiao He poked her head out of his sleeve, sniffed the scale, and froze.
Song Yan asked, "Xiao He, do you know what this is?"
"No."
Xiao He came back to her senses. "But the Demon Qi on this thing is so strong."
Indeed, in the Void-Viewing state, the Demon Qi contained in this scale exceeded that in Xiao He's entire body.
Besides that, there was a faint wisp of fire-element Spiritual Qi.
"..."
Song Yan turned it over and over, but could make nothing of it, so he put it into his Heaven and Earth Bag along with the jade box.
The restriction was about to contract. This was hardly a good time to study treasures.
His gaze settled on the sword.
He lowered his palm, and a gentle swirl of Spiritual Power stripped away the dust and traces of moss covering the blade.
With a slight stir of Spiritual Power, he drew the Flying Sword out and suspended it before him to examine it.
The sword was roughly three feet and three inches long, its entire surface covered in dark red rust.
"It's actually an ordinary iron sword?"
Song Yan had always known that Sword Cultivators of old paid little heed to the grade of their swords, but wasn't an ordinary iron Flying Sword a little