Hearing this, Lin Jing turned his head to look at Huang Qingling.
At this moment, Huang Qingling had already buried her head into her chest, and Lin Jing guessed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Fortunately, Little Sparrow wasn't here; otherwise, Huang Qingling might have had an outburst long ago.
"What did they lose, Brother Li? Do you know?"
Lin Jing asked again.
Li Tangyu gave a smile and said,
"Actually, it's nothing too valuable, just two or three Magic Artifacts, as well as a few Spirit Grasses and some Low-Tier Elixirs."
"Is there a Magic Artifact shaped like a crescent moon, and another one that looks like a stick..."
Huang Qingling then lifted her head and spoke.
After hearing Huang Qingling's words, Li Tangyu and Zhang Yuan exchanged glances, then both turned to look at Huang Qingling.
"Indeed, there are two Magic Artifacts that look like that..."
"Sister Qing Ling, how do you know?"