"What? The runes are crafted to perfection? Truly impeccable?"
Old Luo almost dropped his eyes upon hearing these words, staring at the seal in utter disbelief. This man in white robes was Yuan Li, quite renowned in Immortal Spirit City. For him to utter words like perfection and impeccable—what did that signify?
"Indeed, this seal can unleash the full power of the Fire Tomb. It could allow a Lower-Ranked Immortal to instantly kill another Lower-Ranked Immortal Martial Artist."
As Yuan Li spoke, a shiver ran through his heart. Just moments ago, he called Ye Mo nothing more than a kitten or a puppy, yet the man could craft such flawless seals. Perhaps even Master Mu of Immortal Spirit City couldn't achieve this level of perfection.
"How many seals did he sell you?"
Yuan Li continued to inquire.
"He sold me forty seals: thirty are First Rank Basic Level, and ten are First Rank Advanced Level."
Old Luo replied.
"Let me see!"
