"Brother, this magic artifact is somewhat out of the ordinary."
Li Qinghong handed over the jade bottle, showcased it, then erased his mana and spiritual sense, allowing Li Xuanfeng to infuse his own.
The body of the bottle flickered with golden light, emitting a bright golden mist that danced and leapt over Li Xuanfeng's fingertips. He looked down for a moment and replied:
"It's a relic from the Ancient Wei Country, might be a magic artifact of Mingyang. Bring it back home for the younger generation to try, there might be some transformation."
The two took to the skies, and as Li Xuanfeng observed the changing landscape beneath him, crossing great rivers, his thoughts had already flown to the lake. He turned to ask:
"I heard that my eldest brother is suffering from inner demons, is his dao heart not very stable?"
Li Qinghong nodded slightly, guessing his thoughts. Sure enough, Li Xuanfeng calculated with his fingers and asked again:
