This Sword Has Formed a Spirit (1)

Zhou Shu, Mi Ziwen, and Yang Hong carefully searched the stone room.

Other than the Longevity Sword, there was nothing else in the stone room.

On the rotting wooden shelves in the corner, there was something weathered and dusty. It was no longer recognizable.

"Divine Constable Yang, you were the first to discover this place. Logically speaking, the pile of Heaven Refining Stones outside should belong to you." Zhou Shu looked at Yang Hong. "But the Heaven Refining Stones are useful to me. How about you sell them to me?"

"Your Highness, are you slapping my face?" Yang Hong patted his right cheek. "I haven't even paid you for the Mo Mei Sword."

"Your Highness, you helped me increase my cultivation. Money can't buy cultivation.

"I can't take these Heaven Refining Stones away anyway. Even if I could, I would give them to Your Highness!" Yang Hong said this sincerely, not because of Zhou Shu and Mi Ziwen's status.