Tianlong's gold-crimson eyes, on the pendant, held assessment. The artifact, the sacred level treasure, was valuable. For the mortal world. For the upper realm's middle tier. For him, a being at the Divine Transcendent Realm, it was a trinket. A pretty stone.
He took it. His hand, large and pale, lifted the pendant. The amethyst, the formation diagrams, the qi, rested in his palm. He looked at it. Turned it. The light, the purple glow, reflected off his golden skin.
"The kingdom is blessed," he said. His voice was flat. The words, the formal acknowledgment, were delivered without enthusiasm. "I will remember this."
He handed the pendant to Liu Mei, who stood behind him. Her amethyst eyes, on the stone, held recognition. The Astral Heart, the artifact of her province, the treasure she had once protected as ancestor, was now a gift.
