"The Supreme Emperor, we must keep the Eight Desolate Cauldron; the Hongmeng Purple Qi is sufficient for us until the end of the next cycle."
Sikong Jiu cried and shouted, flying toward Haitang Court, only to be mercilessly flicked away by a Divine Sense.
In the room.
Xu Lai had finally comforted his wife, and the two were lying in bed whispering to each other; how could unrelated matters disturb them now?
Let the Qingfeng Sword play with the Eight Desolate Cauldron.
Xu Lai was eager to see this so-called 'world's first artifact' and see what transcendence it truly possessed.
Moreover, since Qingfeng Sword was eager for the thrill and flew out of his wife's Storage Space on its own, Xu Lai wouldn't stop it.
"It's rare to see you so eager."
Xu Lai chuckled lightly, for the Artifact Spirit of Qingfeng Sword was always so proud and lazy, never motivated even during battles in past years; today, it was rare for the spirit to take the initiative.
