"Three sections of Millennial Yin Evil Thunderstruck Wood, half a measure of Centennial Corpse Mud, one bottle of Seven Emotions Heartbreak Flower pollen..."
Runes flowed across the Black Stone counter, reflecting the hurried figures of disciples coming and going.
Qin Xuan paced among them, his gaze sweeping over the various Spiritual Materials listed on the Jade Pendant.
He mentally calculated the cost. These were all supplementary materials for refining the Hundred Poison Cold Miasma Banner. Though not top-tier, they would still take a significant chunk out of his current wealth.
Just as he was about to take out his savings to make the exchange, a familiar voice sounded from behind him.
"Qin... Qin Xuan?! You... you're not dead?!"
Qin Xuan turned to see Jin Wuhai standing not far away. His face was as pale as paper and his clothes were in tatters; he had clearly just returned from a Secret Realm.
At first, his expression was normal.
