As the Nascent Soul was scalded once again, Zhou Qing couldn't help but scream and then quickly sped off in the direction he sensed.
"Ah—it seems to be on the left."
"Ah—we are getting closer."
"Ah—ah—ah—"
At the bottom of the bluish-green lava, Zhou Qing proceeded with repeated shocks, moving forward by following the faint sense.
Soon, he reached a heap of rubble and, without hesitation, brushed the stones away. A fan with only five feathers came into view.
The fan in front of him appeared ordinary, with a dull hue that exuded a sense of decay and ruin.
If it weren't for the guidance from the Golden Crow Essence Blood, Zhou Qing would hardly believe that an item of such appearance could be an extraordinary magical weapon forged from the legendary Golden Crow Wings.
However, upon closer inspection, he noticed that the fan faintly emitted a unique, rustic, and profound aura.
