The whistle was too far from her at the moment, and these green coins would take a long time to reach the other party. However, she believed that the whistle had already waited for more than thirty years, so a few months more did not matter.
After getting this done, Changtian took the Soul-devouring Nail and examined it over and over in his hands. Despite his tens of thousands of years of experience, he couldn't figure out the material from which the nail was made, nor whose work it might be. Ever since the Soul-devouring Nail had been in her possession, it had always been very docile. Magic Artifacts also have their temperaments, and this nail, compared to the lively and active Tusk, was much more silent and reserved.
But why on earth did Ning Xiaoxian think of using it tonight at the critical moment of a life and death battle? It didn't make sense. According to her usual habits, she would have thrown something to harm the enemy, which should have been the Dagger Tusk.
