This is the treasure floor of the Immortal Clinic. There are not as many things in it as the other four floors. You can almost see them at a glance, and you can count them with just one finger.
A whisk that looks like a Taoist priest, a piece of ink pad, a huge bluestone slab, a mirror like water and light...
Finally, after thinking twice, Ming Wuyan chose the mirror, and when she wanted to go out with the mirror, Xue Yihan's voice came from her mind.
"Baby Chaos, choose that inkpad!"
"Why... why?" Ming Wuyan asked blankly, only to be surprised that the voice came from her mind suddenly, just like Wonton talking to herself.
She frowned depressedly, hesitated for a while, and finally chose the piece of ink pad, and went out.
The management uncle didn't comment on the inkpad, so he asked her to sign and left.
On the other hand, Hong Mo was not afraid of death and laughed happily, "Wan Han, so you are so shameless that you let her choose that ink pad, just because you also chose one at the beginning?"
Xue Yihan didn't frown, and said calmly: "One piece of fairy clay has no effect, but two pieces can have the function of instant transmission of books. Don't you think it is very practical for us?"