Lin Mu carefully held the transparent sphere in both hands that was already dissolving with both hands, while feeling the dense energies swirling within it. Even after the Saintess had explained what it contained, he still found it difficult to fully comprehend the value of what she had given him.
Either one of those treasured energies alone would be enough to drive immortals into madness.
Entire sects might wage wars over traces of such energies. Yet the Saintess had somehow refined enough of both to condense them into a sphere the size of a watermelon and then casually handed it to him as a birthday gift.
Lin Mu truly did not know whether to laugh or sigh.
The Saintess herself simply sat beside him quietly while sipping dwarven wine as if she had merely gifted him an ordinary trinket.
Lin Mu took a slow breath before deciding not to waste the opportunity.
He closed his eyes.
