C1685 Ninth Floor!

"Indeed, Senior Artifact Spirit, you have discerning eyes," Feng Zhentian said, offering a compliment almost instinctively.

The Artifact Spirit nodded, then with a grand sweep of his sleeve, a chestnut apricot grass materialized before Feng Zhentian.

Without hesitation, Feng Zhentian stowed it away and then ventured a question, "Senior Artifact Spirit