"This Windkind Octopus Horn is of very good quality."
In a small identification room located underground in the adventurer association, a professional appraiser in association uniform spoke to Xia Nan, who was sitting across the table.
In his forties or fifties, with graying temples, wearing a pair of round copper-framed glasses, he appeared very professional.
He didn't even directly touch the long horn on the table in front of him.
He merely used his right hand, wearing mysterious black gloves, to hold a tool resembling an iron spoon and tapped lightly on the surface of the horn.
The magic particles in the entire room suddenly fluctuated chaotically, converging towards the horn like a vortex, and a faint sound resembling a storm whistling could be heard.
Then it gradually calmed down as if ripples on water were fading.
The Windkind Octopus was born in storms, spending its life chasing the wind and thunder, and reproducing in heavy rain, making it a rare magical creature.
