Inside the first jade box, over ten exquisite small porcelain vials were neatly arranged.
Uncorking the vials revealed only some dark brown medicinal dregs. Their Spiritual Qi had long since dissipated, turning them into worthless dust.
Evidently, even the finest Spirit Pills couldn't withstand the erosion of time.
Inside the second jade box lay a set of nine fine, crimson needles.
The needles were only half an inch long and as fine as ox hair. They were crimson all over, glinting with a cold, metallic luster. Although their spiritual glow was somewhat dim, one could still feel their sharp intent and the faint fluctuations of Spiritual Power.
Sun Yuzhi glanced at them, then turned to Chen Sheng and said,
"You're used to using a saber. This item is of little use to you. I'll be taking it."
"As you wish, Vice Envoy."
Chen Sheng had no objection.
Too much was already intertwined between him and Sun Yuzhi; Chen Sheng wasn't going to fuss over a minor treasure.
