"Gone, where did it go?" Taowu stared blankly at the altar, then at Han Yan, speechless for a long time.
"I've already refined it," Han Yan said casually.
"Refined it, actually just like that refined it." Taowu's mouth gaped wide, and in his gaze towards Han Yan, there was a hint of sincere awe.
This strange treasure had accompanied it for millions of long years, knowing it was left by Xingtian Girl, how dare it take it lightly.
In the early years, because it feared Xingtian Girl too much, it only dared to tribute it on the altar, admiring from afar, not daring to touch it at all.
Later, as time passed, it gradually regained some strength, and the reverence slightly faded. Of course, it was also because of too much boredom, so it tried to ponder and even attempted to refine it.
