111 Ye Yuqiao, I love you

After Chen Jing turned to dust and scattered in the wind, Chen Hao was overwhelmed with sadness. At this moment, he was flying upward at high speed, ignoring the fierce winds that were tearing at him.

He first examined the rhinoceros horn pendant carefully. Apart from numerous scratches and a rather odd smell, the pendant had no other extraordinary features.

After putting the rhinoceros horn pendant around his neck, Chen Hao drew the Evil-Banishing Moon Sword in his hand. The blade was slender like a willow leaf, and its luster was dim; at first glance, it looked no different from an ordinary sword. The only exception was its crescent-shaped hilt, which was engraved with intricate dragon patterns.

If it were not for Chen Jing who had just said that it was for these two items that he endured a thousand and eight hundred years of solitude in the Windy Cave, Chen Hao would never believe that these two objects could be unrivaled treasures!