Chapitre 1370: Swordsman

"Elder Zhi," Qiu Yu said. "Give me a ten-thousand-year Nether Winter Ice. I want to give it to Lady Mu as compensation."

An elder with a fire mark on his forehead stood behind Qiu Yu. Rules of Saintly Way interwove on his entire body. The flame on his forehead burned like a divine furnace.

The elder hesitated slightly. "The Nether Winter Ice is so precious. It's useful for you too…"

Qiu Yu smiled faintly. "Compared to Lady Mu, a mere ten-thousand-year Nether Winter Ice is nothing."

The cultivators of the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect all exchanged glances. All of them were moved.

The ten-thousand-year Nether Winter Ice was definitely an incredible treasure. It was far more valuable than typical saintly medicines. Any Saint with the Ice Body would want it, but Qiu Yu just gave it to Mu Lingxi so casually.