SQUEAK SQUEAK!
The Little Purple Mink waved its paws and pouted, as if throwing a tantrum.
Seeing Ye Xuan hesitate, its eyes darted around before it actually swallowed the small bead.
Ye Xuan rolled his eyes. This Little Purple Mink was unusually stubborn.
"Fine. If you like it that much, you can have it."
The mink's origins were a mystery, and it seemed to have an innate, extraordinary discernment. An item it fixated on was probably anything but ordinary.
Still, Ye Xuan was puzzled. No matter how he looked at the small bead, he couldn't see anything special about it besides its unusual material.
With two treasures chosen, only one remained.
The vast array of materials made it difficult for Ye Xuan to decide.
He needed many of them, yet none were so indispensable that he could choose without hesitation.
SQUEAK SQUEAK!
