Meng Hao took it, opened it up, and looked through its contents. His eyes lit up, after which he turned to look at the command medallion hanging at Taiyang Zi’s waist.
“Actually, that looks pretty nice….” he said.
“You can have it!”
“Eee? This thing is pretty nice too.”
“You… you can have it!”
“I’ve never seen one of these before….”
“You can have it….” Taiyang Zi was on the verge of tears as he handed his belongings over to Meng Hao one by one.
Meng Hao’s hand closed around a fist-sized chunk of golden-colored stone which emanated an intense heat and blinding light. From the feeling it gave off, it almost seemed like something was sleeping inside. When Meng Hao swept it with his divine sense, the music of a great Dao filled his mind, and he sensed a pulsating aura of danger.
It almost seemed like this rock… was a sun!
Meng Hao’s eyes widened as he looked it over. He had never seen anything quite like this particular item.
He slowly pulled the rock out of Taiyang Zi’s bag of holding.
Immediately, people on the outside began to comment in astonishment.
“A treasured magical item! It’s a treasured magical item from Mount Sun!!”
“Mount Sun is really getting the short end of the stick today….”
Taiyang Zi’s face was pale white as he looked bitterly at the rock in Meng Hao’s hand. He had never even had a chance to take it out and use it before Meng Hao took it away from him.
Meng Hao closed his eyes as he examined the rock with his senses. After a moment, the heat emanating off of the rock seemed to decrease, and Meng Hao put it away. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Taiyang Zi. Eyes narrowing, he pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from within his robe, then handed them over to Taiyang Zi, whose eyes went wide with shock.