After taking out Fukuda Gang and the other descendants of Xu Fu, Huang Xiaolong was leisurely and single-mindedly searching for the whereabouts of the black dagger that was buried as a funerary object. That was destined to be Huang Xiaolong's third dagger!
Huang Xiaolong held a black dagger in his hand, its tip trembling, emitting a buzzing sound.
With guidance, searching was no longer like a blind man riding a blind horse.
Soon, Huang Xiaolong and the others arrived in front of a huge stone wall.
On the stone wall, there was a large bird carved, flapping its wings to soar, filled with a mysterious aura.
"This is the Xuan Bird," Huang Xiaolong explained. "The Qin people, Yin people, and Yi people all originate from the myth of 'Xuan Bird's fall and egg-hatching', sharing a common bird totem-worship… Behind this stone door lies a dangerous pass, extremely perilous."
"Little Long, how do you know that?" Yan Pianpian asked in surprise.
Huang Xiaolong smiled without answering.
