The deep red Fire Spirit Drill, akin to agate, lay quietly in Luo Chen's hand.
Inside, a drop of blood-like liquid slowly flowed within the crystal.
At first glance, it seemed alive.
On the whole, it resembled amber more than a crystal of ore material.
Such material was, in fact, not ideal for artifact refinement because it contained impurities.
But driven by some inexplicable urge, Luo Chen had taken the Fire Spirit Drill into his pocket.
It was almost an intuitive feeling.
"This is a good thing!"
Luo Chen closed the box and glanced once more at the Cangwu Mountain Treasury.
Chaotic, disordered, placed haphazardly.
Some of the precious items, even with Luo Chen's extensive knowledge, were unrecognizable in their origins.
However, Luo Chen did not dare to take anything too valuable.
Youquan's tolerance for him was high!
But that was only as long as he did not cross her bottom line.