It exuded such a menacing aura even while sheathed.
It was truly unnerving.
'Could this sword have been dug up from some Ancient Battlefield?'
At that moment, Ji Mengyun took out a Crystal Stone and placed it on the stone table in front of Li Chang'an.
"Daoist Li, this is the Nether Soul Crystal you needed. Take a look."
Her personality was much like Pei Yingyao's, and she didn't bother with idle chatter.
Li Chang'an shifted his gaze to the Crystal Stone.
The Crystal Stone was pitch-black and faintly emanated a cold, sinister Qi. Inside, a cluster of black mist swirled erratically, resembling an imprisoned Soul. This was the exact Nether Soul Crystal he needed!
He immediately proposed the trade.
"Daoist Ji, how much are you asking for this Nether Soul Crystal?"
"Three thousand Spirit Stones! If you can produce them, Daoist Li, this Nether Soul Crystal is yours!"
