This black object, at a glance, Lu Ping recognized it as an armor plate from some magical artifact.
The armor plate was covered in gold patterns, containing an indescribable divine rune. Just by looking at it, one would feel a sense of admiration.
"It seems to be a fragment of some magical artifact."
Lu Ping's eyes burned with curiosity as he murmured to himself.
"Hmm, indeed this artifact is only a fragment, not complete."
Just as Lu Ping finished speaking, a slightly hoarse voice was heard.
Even though the voice wasn't loud, it was extremely clear in the silent shop, allowing Lu Ping to hear it distinctly.
Lu Ping's expression changed, and he looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a mysterious figure quietly appearing beside him, accompanied by a sense of ancient timelessness.
It was also the aura of an old Cultivator who had returned to the field after experiencing numerous battles.
"How does this object strike you, fellow Daoist?"
