Anyone with a discerning eye could tell this was a peerless treasure. A precious artifact, an Immortal Artifact, or perhaps even... a Divine Artifact!
Divine Artifacts, however, existed only in ancient legends, so the Red Jade Nine-tailed Phoenix Hairpin was unlikely to be one. But at the very least, judging by its quality and the Spiritual Energy it emanated, it was certainly a magical treasure superior to a mere precious artifact.
Everyone else was focused on the male Cultivator's life-or-death crisis. Only a few with sharper eyes noticed the hairpin and secretly harbored thoughts of plundering it.
Shen Lang was already forcing herself to stay standing; now, she was at the end of her rope. Her hand began to tremble, and with it, the phoenix hairpin, which nearly slit the male Cultivator's throat.
The male Cultivator's eyes went wide with fear, sweat beading on his forehead as he begged, "I didn't offend you! I didn't! Please, let me go! Don't kill me!"
