The piece in his hand, resembling a white vine, was a genuine dragon whisker.
Its texture was somewhat coarse, and upon closer examination, one could faintly sense an ancient and vast aura winding from within.
Dragon whiskers shed from the body of a real dragon were unspeakably precious.
Every time Lin Tian used his True Qi and Essence Blood in conjunction with Samadhi True Fire for the refinement, it seemed he could hear the dragon's and the tiger's roar.
Thinking about turning this thing into a magical whip weapon, he still had some regrets in secret.
If he could integrate it with Evil like Xiaotian, with the power of a true dragon, the might of Evil like Xiaotian's attacks would leap to a significantly higher stage.
However.
For the sake of Wu Yan, Lin Tian could only resolutely give it up.
And the difficulty of refining the dragon whisker into a whip magical artifact was substantial.