The yellow bundle wasn't big, only about the size of a head. It was hard to believe there was a heart inside.
Of course, there was also a box, sealing away everything about the heart. Otherwise, there's no way they could just carry it around.
Yue Wuxia's face was full of curiosity. An Emperor Realm-level heart, sure, but… what's it good for?
She quietly asked Han Sanqian.
He stared wide-eyed. "That's something worth a bloody fortune. The heart of a tenth-rank Martial Artist, filled with terrifying Divinity, and it might even have the legendary source script in it. Those characters are insanely useful—could record cultivation methods for the six organs, or maybe innate skills."
"..."
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and accept him. If you get this tenth-rank Martial Artist's heart, you might be able to found a powerful race of your own." Han Sanqian got more excited as he spoke.
If Feng Daqian weren't interested in Yue Wuxia, he would have agreed himself.
