"Uncle Li, my knowledge is limited. I can't identify this treasure, nor can I refine it."
Hearing this, Li Chang'an observed it carefully for a moment.
The object was about the size of a fist and was a deep, dark green. It looked like a jade treasure, but it faintly radiated a bone-chilling aura.
Soon, the name of a certain treasure surfaced in his mind.
'The Cyan Cold Poison Jade!'
This was an extremely rare Tier Three Top Grade Poison Dao Treasure.
The treasure in Jiang Lin's hand matched the description of the Cyan Cold Poison Jade in every way.
However, the books recorded that the formation conditions for the Cyan Cold Poison Jade were incredibly harsh, and they were typically only the size of a grain of rice or a pinky finger. The piece in Jiang Lin's hand, however, was astonishingly large.
