Mo Jianli's expression shifted slightly, his gaze on the jade box burning with fervor.
Han Li only looked on indifferently, without revealing any change in expression.
Xue Ran let out a silent sigh of relief.
At this moment, Heilin had already grasped the jade box in his hand, breaking open the Daoist paper talisman and the lid, releasing a loud rumbling of thunder, as a half-foot-long translucent jade medallion flew out.
The surface of this jade medallion was wrapped in electric arcs, with countless golden characters faintly visible, emanating an incredible power of thunder and lightning.
"Is this the Three Pure Sky-Thunder Talisman?"
Heilin murmured, unable to conceal his face filled with ecstatic joy.
"Brother Ling, I also brought three Shura Spider Crystal Cores; would you like to take a look?" This time, Mo Jianli spoke up before Xue Ran could, taking the lead.
Upon hearing this, Xue Ran's expression darkened, and he was about to say something.
