"Please, Elder Liu, I'd like your expert opinion."
Zhao Lin took the Silver Flood Dragon Whip from his storage pouch, placed it on the table, and made an inviting gesture.
The Silver Flood Dragon Whip coiled itself a dozen times, resembling a long, slender silver snake.
Upon seeing this, the relaxed and casual expression on Liu Chaoyuan's face vanished, replaced by a solemn gaze.
He picked up the Silver Flood Dragon Whip, observed it carefully for a moment, and infused a bit of Spiritual Power into it.
Suddenly, with a SNAP, the Silver Flood Dragon Whip seemed to come alive. It instantly straightened and unfurled, extending to over a zhang in length.
"Just as I thought..."
Liu Chaoyuan nodded, his tone filled with admiration.
"Just as you thought what?"
A sliver of anticipation bloomed in Zhao Lin's heart, and he pressed for an answer.
