White Spiritual Divine Fruit, The Sword Daoist’s Despair

After slaying the Empyrean Frost Python, Chu Kuangren arrived at a mountain peak with his horn.

He passed the horn over to Shang Qingxue.

"Thank you so much, Sect Leader."

Shang Qingxue could feel the formidable Frost-based Daoist Rhymes that was radiating from the horn in her hands.

If she could gain some insights from the item, her abilities would drastically improve.

Shang Qingxue was touched. She could deduce just how powerful a beast was if it could produce such a horn. It was likely that none in Emperor Road would be capable of dealing with it. 

However, Chu Kuangren had gone to slay the Empyrean Frost Python just because the item was valuable to her.

Although Chu Kuangren's foe had always seen him as a heartless person, he was nothing but kind to those around him.

It was the same reason why all of the Black Heaven Sect regarded Chu Kuangren as a great leader.