"This item's laws are convoluted and useless to me."
"It harbors a trace of True Spirit imprint, merely provoking causality."
"It has extraordinary potential, yet a shallow Dao Foundation."
"Tainted with a decaying breath, nothing more."
Si Lingle succinctly delivered these assessments under Mo Lian's confused gaze, as if passing judgment on waste.
And all these items ended up in Mo Lian's possession.
Whether it was an entire ore vein flowing with Star Marrow, compressed to fist size by Si Lingle with an incredible method and thrown to her, or the hard tortoiseshell full of mysterious runes found in a Rule Giant Beast's nest, or the Immortal Dao Fruit picked amidst a patch of Flowers of Desolation, emitting enticing soul ripples... all belonged to Mo Lian.
"Take it." Si Lingle's tone remained unchanged, as if offering something insignificant.
Initially, Mo Lian was shocked, ecstatic, and anxious.
