The first two treasures had been so perfectly suited to his needs that Qi Yun no longer felt as desperate for this final one.
An added bonus, after all, is never as staggering as a lifeline.
Lifting the lid of the final wooden chest, a rich and tranquil aura of Dao Rhyme, seemingly capable of cleansing the very soul, emanated forth, accompanied by a faint, warm glow that reflected in Qi Yun's deep pupils.
"A Magical Artifact?"
Shen Qiyun's expression showed a hint of surprise as he leaned over to carefully examine the item in the box.
It was a Meditation Mat.
Its color was a simple and ancient deep bluish-brown, and its surface carried a warm, jade-like sheen.
The Meditation Mat was not woven from ordinary plants, but from a kind of strange Spirit Grass Qi Yun had never seen before—one that was slender yet resilient. The stems of the grass naturally contained a faint Spiritual Mechanism.
