"Don't look at me, I don't have any!" Lin Chuchu felt extremely aggrieved as she spoke.
It was true that the Tianshui Sect possessed magical treasures, but when she had set out, her parents hadn't intended to give her any. Look at the other disciples from prominent families; they were casually gifted powerful artifacts to improve their survival chances. Then look at her—the little princess of the Tianshui Sect—who had absolutely nothing.
Lin Chuchu did not know that Lin Pingyang and Su Wanfang hadn't given her any treasures to carry because she was accompanying Xiao Yang and the others. Xiao Yang and his group were the best magical treasures she could have. Strength was the ultimate foundation; artifacts were, in the end, merely external objects.
Gu Qingya curled her lip. "It’s only an Earth-grade artifact, after all. Why the surprise? It's cheap junk—at most, it might fetch a few spirit stones."
The group ignored her comment entirely. They had long since guessed that she was a wealthy young lady with deep pockets.
The Strong Blade Sect and the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect stood at a distance, both sides battered and bruised, busy consuming medicinal pills to heal their wounds and restore their true qi. They stood ten meters apart, swords drawn and tensions high. No one had died in the first exchange; they had held back, leaving themselves an out rather than fighting to the death.
Qian Hui of the Strong Blade Sect narrowed his eyes. "Zhao Shou, I suggest you stop wasting your …
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