With a wave of Elder Ling's large hand, a small purple snake appeared on his palm.
This small purple snake was half an inch long, with fine purple scales that shimmered with a faint golden glow, two silver horns on its head resembling white jade, incredibly beautiful, and its pupils were like amber, extremely lovely.
When Su Mu first laid eyes on this purple snake, he was instantly captivated.
Its beauty was indescribable, and merely calling it beautiful seemed too mundane.
It should be described as dreamy, exquisite, noble...
.....
"This is the Artifact Spirit of the Stone Ring."
Elder Ling said.
Su Mu examined the purple aura of the snake and noticed a problem. The snake had no Spiritual Power, its presence was weak; not weak, rather its aura merged seamlessly with its surroundings, like the wind in nature, elusive, mysterious, and unfathomable...
"What a peculiar little snake." Su Mu couldn't help but admire.
...
"Actually, I couldn't have found it by myself."
