Sheng Yanlin picked up the Ghost Bamboo Stick, carefully examining it, his palm caressing the surface, "It has been reforged, but the craftsmanship is quite mediocre, not like an expert from the Yin Temple, probably someone who took it up halfway."
"When you took out this Bone Stick, it looked familiar to me. I've seen it in a book before. It's the treasure of the Soul Suppressing Sect, a major sect from a hundred years ago. Very good."
"This mirror is actually quite ordinary. You're just good at utilizing it. This object is a perfect match for the cunning and deceitful, but unfortunately, it's also a defective piece."
"You also have magic artifacts from Japan. Did you run into someone unlucky from the Ghost Sect?"
Sheng Yanlin commented on the items one by one until he picked up that half-piece Purple Gold Sleeve Robe, "Hmm? Where is this from?"
