Now, coincidentally on the return journey, of course, he had to go over and ask, it wouldn't waste much time, and perhaps he could find some clues.
And as it turns out, Xia Nan trusting his instincts was the right choice.
However, what he didn't expect was that this move, born of bodily intuition, would yield unexpected rewards.
His fingertips rubbed, feeling the cold, smooth, hard touch in his palm, he slightly lowered his head and shifted his gaze downward.
What came into view was a very strange-looking small dagger.
About fifteen centimeters in length, entirely silver-white, obviously made of a very fine special metal, it seemed like it was molded as a whole, the blade and handle were integrated, showing no signs of welding or joining, revealing the excellent forging skills contained within.
