It wasn't until noon the next day that Shen Yunjiao responded to Zhao Zuo's message.
"No need. Upper-Grade Magical Artifacts are precious. You should use it yourself."
Zhao Zuo shook his head slightly. The answer was expected. 'But... I can't exactly tell Shen Yunjiao I'm not short on Upper-Grade Magical Artifacts, can I?'
Morning dew glistened in the early light. Vines drooped naturally from ancient trees, and the air was exceptionally fresh.
Zhao Zuo darted through the mountains, covering nearly ten meters with each light step. Occasionally, a young Daoist would fly past on a sword overhead, and several Immortal Cranes with wingspans exceeding eight meters danced among the clouds.
Before long, he arrived at the Inner Sect's Ministry of Affairs Hall. Zhao Zuo first turned in fifteen Lower-Grade Magical Artifacts before heading to an adjacent side hall.
This was the Mission Hall. The place was managed by a Second Tier Array.
