"Besides, this is a completely new direction. We might actually find some clues."
"Okay."
Fang Shuwen agreed, then took an object from his robes and placed it on the table.
The Seven-String Ancient Chapter.
The Cyan-robed Saintess looked at the Seven-String Ancient Chapter, her expression growing complicated. After a soft sigh, she didn't hesitate and used her Inner Strength to force out a drop of blood.
The next moment, a faint light emanated from the Seven-String Ancient Chapter.
Fang Shuwen casually wiped the blood away and put the Seven-String Ancient Chapter back.
"Pardon the liberty."
"It's right to be cautious."
The Cyan-robed Saintess said softly,
"That is our clan's Sacred Artifact. But if it weren't for that object, our clan would never have ended up in its current state."
Fang Shuwen then asked,
"Since it's our clan's Sacred Artifact, why did it end up in Flying Snow City?"
"To catch a fish, you need bait."
