"This is heavenly fire mithril. It is an extremely rare sacred-rank forging material." Mo Lian said in a low voice into her ear, "Qiaoqiao, what to do? You made a fortune!"
As expected, the little fellow's eyes lit up when she heard the words 'made a fortune.'
"I had been serching for a material to make your ferule a divine weapon. This heavenly fire mithril is truly out of my expectations. It will do nicely."
Qiao Mu now understood what he was getting at. She hugged his neck and asked joyfully, "My Inky can advance right?"
Mo Lian nodded in both amusement and exasperation. "Mhm, but can we give it another name? You can call it heavenly fire ferule in the future."
Since Inky was basically pronounced 'Mo
"Inky sounds more intimate." The little fellow blinked her eyes.
