"Wuju-"
Ying Zheng suddenly spoke a name, but immediately seemed to realize something.
He shook his head dazedly and turned aside.
"Song Yan, ten thousand years have passed. This world must have produced many novel objects I have never heard of or seen.
"Will you lend me your discerning eye?"
Song Yan immediately answered, "I would gladly offer what little help I can."
At this point, he would thank heaven and earth just to keep his life. Besides, Ying Zheng had not asked him to hand over any treasures.
That already counted as good fortune.
Once again, every gaze in the hall focused on him.
At this moment, whether these people lived or died truly did depend, in part, on a single thought from Song Yan.
"Good." Ying Zheng nodded slightly and looked down into the hall. "Begin."
At the head of the line were the two Nascent Soul Cultivators, Daoist Jingchen and Left Daoist.
Jingchen stood on the left, while Left Daoist stood on the right.
Left Daoist went first.
With a grave expression, he presented a Spirit Herb. It was emerald green throughout, with golden radiance flowing through the veins of its leaves, and gave off an unusual fragrance that refreshed the heart and lungs.
Ying Zheng said nothing, merely raising his bronze goblet to drink.
Song Yan therefore summoned the spirit medicine before him and examined it closely.
He recognized this spirit medicine.
At this point, Left Daoist said, "Your Majesty, this treasure is called the Golden Soul Spirit Orchid. It grows in places of extreme Yin."
"It can nourish the Primordial Spirit and mend hidden injuries to the Divine Soul, greatly benefiting cultivation and comprehension of the Dao."
Ying Zheng looked at Song Yan, who nodded.
"Your Majesty, this specimen is probably several thousand years old.