C474 Holy Spring

The Divine Plate!

Meng Fann's brow furrowed as the words hung in the air. He glanced uncertainly at Little Tian, having no knowledge of the object in question. Little Tian exhaled softly before speaking with gravity.

"You're unaware of its dreadfulness. It's a Divine Object of the Eighth Grade, devoid of offensive capabilities. Yet, I must tell you, it was forged from the blood of ancient gods