"Thousand-year Mystic Ice?"
"Hmm... if that's really the case, then you're lucky. Thousand-year Mystic Ice is exclusively produced in the Great Snow Mountain of the Northern Plains. It has never melted for the past thousand years and is extremely cold.
"To put it bluntly, the effect is the same as the true phoenix essence blood in your body. It can also temper your body."
The sword spirit explained while constantly confirming the aura of the Thousand-year Mystic Ice.
"Mm... that's right. There is indeed the aura of the Thousand-year Mystic Ice here, and... There are quite a number of them.
"Tsk, aren't you a little too lucky, kid? First, that old fart, Feng Jiu, gave the inheritance to you, and then encountered the Thousand-year Mystic Ice. I'm starting to doubt your identity."
Hearing the ridicule of the sword spirit in his body, Victor ignored it.
Victor was a little hesitant.
Should he stay here?