Wu Chang held the Four-sided Age Fire Lamp, his gaze sweeping through the clan's treasury several times, but he couldn't find anything suitable to use as lamp oil.
The icy fog had already drifted into the clan's treasury; there was no more time to waste.
His gaze finally fell on a corner of the treasury, where a sheathed treasure sword was placed.
Drawing the sword, its blade gleamed with a chilling light. He plucked a hair and lightly laid it on the blade, the hair silky splitting into two.
Slicing hair by blowing on it.
This sword must be Chen Family Village's finest treasure sword.
Holding the "Village Sword," he slowly approached Chen Peng, cupping his hands in a salute.
"Brother Chen, the situation is urgent, and I need to borrow your head. If you don't object, I'll take it as a yes."
Three breaths later, Chen Peng showed no signs of corpse transformation, seemingly having no objections.
"Thank you."
