A flash of thought passed, and a small silver-white ball appeared in his hand.
The ball was twirling, about the size of a thumb, and inside, pure white mist could be seen condensing and dissipating from time to time.
Where the palm of his hand touched the ball, he could distinctly feel an extremely cold air. Considering how sturdy Lu Xuan's flesh body is now, this shows how chilling the silver ball is.
He moved his spiritual power, dispelling the cold sensation from his palm, concentrating his mind on the silver-white ball. Suddenly, detailed information appeared about this artifact in his mind.
[Ice Soul Ball, fourth-grade treasure, it was refined from the Hundred-Year Ice Spirit collected from the deep glaciers, contains an immensely cold aura, which can be used to attack enemies, explosively releasing a raging cold wave once deployed, or it can be refined, swallowed, to increase the cultivation speed of certain frost-related techniques.]
"Fourth-grade treasure…"