"Thank you..."
Emperor Shen Ling sighed in relief, quickly approached the Bronze Tripod, and brought it closer.
At this point, he had already gathered three cauldrons, with ancient runes flowing on their bodies, emitting a bluish-gray light, seemingly narrating some special secret.
"Master Qian, Master Shi wants to kill me, using this Bronze Tripod as compensation should be fine, right?"
Zhang Xuan looked over with a beaming smile.
"Of, of course!"
Qian Yuhuan awkwardly smiled and nodded repeatedly.
He had researched this Bronze Tripod for three days already and had no clue; even if he continued, it likely wouldn't yield any results.
Rather than offending a mysterious clan member, it seemed better to earn some easy favor.
"Thank you, Master Qian!"
Zhang Xuan grasped into the air, catching the last Bronze Tripod and lowered his head to observe it.
Gently touching with his palm, he could clearly feel the strength in the runes, flowing like water, unceasingly.