Corpse-Driving Sect, Ten Thousand Dao Peak.
"Junior Brother, what kind of magical artifact do you want?" The questioner was a young man with dark skin.
He wore a dark blue Daoist robe, was burly and broad-waisted, looking entirely different from an ordinary Qi Cultivator.
"Not a magical artifact, but a mundane weapon, like an axe.
It doesn't matter if there's an array carved on it or not, but it must be capable of withstanding ordinary magical artifacts without breaking." The responder was a young man dressed in a gray Daoist robe, with thick eyebrows and a heroic appearance, looking about twenty years old.
Beside him stood two stunning young women, one with a cold demeanor, the other smiling charmingly, contrasting starkly.
"In that case, it shouldn't be difficult," the dark-skinned man nodded, "Come back in about a month to pick it up."
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Finally, the matter of the weapon had a resolution, Lou Yi was very pleased.
