'So this is Daoist He's ace in the hole? The Magical Treasure that could evade my Divine Sense?'
Setting the two storage bags aside, Bai Zichen picked up a piece of light gauze several feet square. It felt weightless in his hand.
One side of the gauze had a clear tear, indicating that this was not a complete Magical Treasure.
The fact that a mere fragment could achieve such an effect piqued his interest even more.
Other cultivators lacked his talent of Sword Heart Clarity, which made things As Clear as Daylight, and more importantly, they didn't have the enhancement from the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box.
Otherwise, Daoist He wouldn't have been so confident. He never would have revealed a flaw in front of other Core Formation True Men; his death was truly unjust.
He tried to refine the light gauze, but his True Essence simply flowed through it and slipped out, showing no signs of being refinable.
