165 Wood of the Warming Soul

"Who?"

Ling Xian’s eyes beamed with delight and impatience. He had been plagued with increasing hopelessness in the past few days. This was the best news.

Whether or not he could acquire them was not a concern at the moment. Knowing the items’ whereabouts gave him hope.

Hope was all he needed.

"Guess." Lin Qing Yi shot him a keen smile.

Ling Xian frowned as he proceeded with uncertainty, "Could it be… the Seventh Princess."

"Smart." Lin Qing Yi smiled broadly and continued, "You are correct, she indeed has one of the items you seek, Wood of the Warming Soul."

"Wood of the Warming Soul? How big?" Ling Xian asked enthusiastically.

"Let me think," Lin Qing Yi pondered a moment. "I recall seeing it on her. She wears it around her neck. It’s perhaps the size of an index finger."

"Good, wonderful."