The red cloth headband that had warped an entire race lay quietly inside the Block.
Mo Ling walked forward and carefully picked it up.
The red cloth headband did indeed exude a certain allure, making it hard to look away.
Unfurled, the headband wasn't very large—just the right size for an adult's head.
He touched it. The material was a fine silk, exceptionally smooth to the touch.
The surface of the red cloth headband was also immaculate, as if brand new, unstained despite having been passed around.
Mo Ling experimentally teleported a handful of sand in and sprinkled it over the red cloth headband.
The sand slid off, leaving the headband as clean as ever, without a single stain.
'What a strange item.'
"So this one item is what threw an entire race's sense of identity into disarray?"
Holding the red headband, Mo Ling still found the situation absurd.
'So, the price of this relic is a warped sense of self, and its ability is a one-time material transformation?'
