The Snow Qilin looked at Mu Chen, then at the dagger, and began to whimper innocently. A telepathic message, a direct translation of its cries, echoed in Mu Chen's mind. "Dad, there's something yummy on this, but there's also not something yummy on this... Waaaah..."
Mu Chen was confused, but after mulling the words over, he understood what the Snow Qilin meant. It was probably saying that the dagger possessed some kind of powerful energy, just like that tiny golden bean from the Golden Dragon Scripture—a power he couldn't sense, but the Snow Qilin could. However, when the Snow Qilin tried to devour it, it discovered the power didn't belong to the dagger itself. Or rather, the residual power left on it was already extremely faint.
If that was the case, then this dagger was indeed special. 'Perhaps it has some fated connection to something powerful,' he mused.
