Among these buildings, numerous Flying Spirit Race members of various appearances and high rank bustled in and out, making for quite a lively scene.
But the moment the sky abruptly darkened and Yue Long appeared riding a violent gale, every Flying Spirit Race member in the basin was startled. Regardless of what they had been doing, they immediately dropped to their knees and kowtowed in reverence.
"Fellow Daoist Han, this is one of my seven great cave abodes, built rather specially. Let us descend together." After Yue Long materialized within the gale, he pointed toward the enormous tower below and said to
Han Li also emerged from his escape light and nodded, then slowly descended toward the great tower below.
Yue Long's figure blurred, and he plunged directly into the entrance at the tower's summit, trailing a gust of black wind.
A quarter of an hour later, Han Li found himself in an exceptionally lavish hall, seated in a crimson-gold chair.
Across from him.
Yue Long sat in an identically colored chair, holding a jade-green wine cup in his hand, and said with great enthusiasm:
"Brother Han, this Amber Essence Wine is brewed from forty-nine different types of spirit herbs. Drinking it not only has the miraculous effect of restoring Magical Power, but it also provides a measure of clarity and alertness to the mind. It's considered quite a rare spirit wine."
"Indeed a fine brew — you certainly have good taste, Fellow Daoist." Han Li raised his cup and took a light sip, his expression brightening as he offered a word of praise.
"If Brother Han enjoys it, please have a few more cups." Yue Long's face lit up with a broad smile upon hearing this.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Han Li smiled faintly, drained the spirit wine in his cup in one gulp, then waved his free hand through the air to draw the wine pot on the table before him toward him, pouring himself another cup.
"Ha ha! I'm glad Brother Han likes the wine. Besides this, I also happen to have a treasure here that one would rarely encounter on the outside — Fellow Daoist, you might want to take a look." Yue Long chuckled, then lightly clapped his hands together.
With a crisp clap, footsteps sounded from outside the door, and three Flying Spirit Race women dressed as attendants walked in with their heads bowed, lining up in a row before Han Li.
Han Li's gaze swept past — he did not linger on the attendants' lovely faces, but instead looked toward the pale silver trays they carried.
On each tray sat a palm-sized crystal brick. They differed in color but were equally smooth on the surface — one deep yellow, one pale blue, and one red as fire.
"These are...?" After Han Li swept them with his spiritual sense, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
The three crystal bricks each radiated the auras of earth, fire, and water — three completely different elemental properties — and were of extraordinary purity, seeming far more refined than even the finest-grade spirit stones.
"What does Brother Han think of these Polar Essence Crystals? They are materials that Yue has refined himself. Whether used for forging magical tools or as a substitute for spirit stones, they work wonderfully." Yue Long had been watching Han Li's expression the entire time, and upon seeing the surprise on his face, he let out a low chuckle.
"Polar Essence Crystals! They're not natural formations — you refined them yourself, Fellow Daoist?" Han Li's expression truly shifted.
"That's right. I used a secret technique to refine these materials — it was quite fortunate that I succeeded. Not only did it consume countless rare materials, but I also failed countless times over. But obtaining these three pieces, I still feel it was well worth the effort." Yue Long said with a touch of pride.
"A secret technique?" Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Ha ha! Brother Han, why don't you examine these items carefully first, and I can explain in detail afterward." Yue Long said with a mysterious air.
"Very well, then I won't be polite." Han Li nodded and casually reached a hand forward.
The pale blue crystal brick trembled on its silver tray, then immediately rose into the air and settled steadily into his palm.
Han Li lowered his head slightly, and with a soft *whoosh*, a thread of crystalline light shot forth from between his brows and pierced into the crystal brick, vanishing without a trace. At the same time, his eyes slowly closed.