"Alright! I've got it, you may leave now."
Ye Xuan waved his hand.
"Alright, Martial Uncle Ye, Rufeng will take his leave first!"
Hua Rufeng bowed respectfully and then left the wooden house. As he left, he briefly glanced at the dilapidated wooden house on Cloud Sky peak, a strange light flashing across his eyes.
Ten minutes later, Ye Xuan strolled out of the room with a smile on his face.
With a wave of his sleeve, Ye Xuan took out the only weapon Tian Xuan had him, the Cloud Sky sword!
It was a supreme-grade black-rank magic artifact!
The classification of artifacts in the mystic world was, from high to low, heaven, earth, black and yellow ranks. Each rank was further divided into low, middle, high, and supreme grades.
Thanks to the realm passageway, everything Ye Xuan possessed had been transformed into energy by the system to preserve his life.