C176 It Was Confiscated
Upon seeing the purple-robed elder's face contorted with a dark scowl, Zhang Hao remained unfazed and kept talking to himself.
"Ashrune? Is that what you're referring to?"
While speaking, Zhang Hao unleashed his soul power to examine the bronze sword in his grasp, taking barely a few seconds to do so.
"Hmm, this low-grade Spirit Rank magic treasure, shaped like a sword