'Utterly pathetic. Weak to the extreme. If this Treasure had fallen into Xuan Wuji's hands, it might have been enough to turn the tide of that great battle!'
He sighed at the thought. In truth, while he had been speaking with the man in white, Qin Feng had silently slipped into the Void, leaving only a Clone behind.
The man in white possessed a Supreme Treasure but lacked the perception to use it, and so was easily slain by Qin Feng.
He took the dark green Spring and Autumn Brush in his hand. Feeling the dense, vast aura of bright righteousness within it, a smile touched Qin Feng's lips.
Although he had no use for this Confucianism artifact himself, he could trade it with the people of the Spirit Treasure Sect.
The item was imbued with the Confucian Path of the Saint, offering irreplaceable benefits to disciples of Confucianism. He was sure that powerful followers of the Confucian Dao would be willing to pay a hefty price for it.
SQUELCH!
