Zhao Sheng picked up the Dragon Scale, nodded to the host, and then turned to walk out of the ice house.
After leaving the ice house, he didn't enter the next room but walked towards the mine tunnel.
Before long, Zhao Sheng traversed the tunnel, left the Ice Mountain where the workshop was located, and began to wander along the edge of the valley.
Along the way, he saw various bizarre objects buried under the ice layer.
Deep within the crystal-clear Ice Mountain, even more ancient curiosities were buried.
An hour later, Zhao Sheng chose an unoccupied mine and stepped inside.
This mine wasn't deep; the deepest part was only about twenty zhang.
Looking at the dense chiseling marks on the ice wall, Zhao Sheng flipped his hand, and a foot-long fiery red short sword fell into his palm.
Crack!
The Sword Light flashed and disappeared, and the fiery red short sword pierced into the ice wall, with only two inches of the blade embedded.
