The moment the jade box was opened, a peculiar fragrance wafted out, and Ye Qiu's expression turned solemn.
The pearl inside the box was moon-white, about the size of a fingertip, and bore a merfolk's mark that, at first glance, seemed alive and swimming within the pearl.
"Merfolk Inner Core?" Ye Qiu looked at the Shopkeeper in surprise, not expecting him to produce such an item.
Upon hearing this, a hint of pride appeared on the Shopkeeper's face: "Elder has sharp eyes; it is indeed a Merfolk Inner Core."
Ye Qiu picked up the pearl, from which a ripple of Divine Soul emanated, carrying feelings of unwillingness, regret, and madness.
"The Divine Soul of this merfolk has not yet dispersed." Ye Qiu's expression grew even more serious. A merfolk of such cultivation that could leave a Divine Soul imprint on its inner core after death was no trivial matter, and what could be the Shopkeeper's purpose in offering such a precious item?
