Jiang Fan was surprised.
His mind swiftly turned.
"The Iron Blood True Scripture comes from here."
"Could there be some hidden connection between the scale and the Iron Blood True Scripture?"
He realized.
This scale was not just extraordinary on the surface.
"What is this? Let me have a look!"
Fan Xingkong's old eyes burned as he stared at the scale.
Jiang Fan gripped the scale tightly, quietly staring back at him.
"I just want to have a look. Do you think I would snatch something from a junior?"
Fan Xingkong snorted heavily, his face showing an expression that brooked no argument.
A look?
If it wasn't valuable, it wouldn't matter.
If it was valuable, once it was in Fan Xingkong's hands, how could it be given back to Jiang Fan?
Jiang Fan's eyes flickered, his face showing a contemplative expression.
Fan Xingkong grew impatient, narrowing his eyes: "Something unearthed in the Holy Land of the Giant Sect."