Huang Yueli pursed her lips, not saying a word.
Now that the truth was right before their eyes, she did not need to make any unnecessary explanations.
Mu Mingjiang walked to the Spirit Armament furnace and propped his head over to take a look.
At this moment, the black smoke produced while burning had basically dissipated. He could clearly see a compact and exquisite silver dagger lying on the bottom of the furnace.
Mu Mingjiang stretched his hand and picked up the dagger.
Holding the dagger in his palm, he could distinctly feel a sharp coldness emitting from the weapon. It was as though he wasn't holding a dagger, but a burst of sharp killing intent!
Mu Mingjiang was astonished. He rotated his wrist to wave the dagger in mid-air.
The blade drew out a dazzling silver glint in the air, which looked very sharp.
