The unremarkable silver compass in Xia Fei's hand left Oro frustrated. He originally thought that Xia Fei had not managed to discover the most valuable of the several thousand items, but it was now apparent that Xia Fei had not missed out at all, and he was so sinister as to only ask about it last.
Gritting his teeth, Oro feigned nonchalance. "Who knows what it is? It looks like a compass and the cheapest sort at that. Pure junk."
When Oro said the word 'junk', his heart convulsed and his expression became unnatural. Xia Fei was very sensitive, and he was also observing Oro's every action. Even the subtlest movement could not escape Xia Fei's sharp eyes.
"Junk? It doesn't seem that simple to me. This compass is probably very old, and its size-weight ratio is completely off. It's only the size of my palm, but it weighs several dozen kilograms! I suspect that this compass is made from the legendary Star Mithril," Xia Fei smiled and said.
