Wang Licui's mind instantly conjured up an odd image.
She quickly shook her head like a rattle drum.
Just kidding, what's the point? If you could somehow capture a celestial crane flying through the clouds and do whatever you want, that would be interesting.
Move on, move on, move on!
Wang Licui's gaze immediately fell upon the last Immortal Artifact.
It was a palm-sized plant fan.
The fan had a green base, with crimson patterns on its surface. The patterns looked as if they weren't artificially drawn but naturally formed, surrounded by a rich Fire Spiritual Energy, intertwining with the Wind Spiritual Energy emanating from the fan itself, forming a harmonious whole.
