Xia Ji sat in the pavilion, leaning against a painted pillar carved with a coiling dragon.
He held a carving knife in his hand and was carefully and attentively carving the prayer beads.
Since Su Tian had already discovered it, she could naturally carve it openly.
Coincidentally,
Su Tian sat opposite him and was also drawing, but she was drawing a token.
When Xia Ji was tired of carving, he would look up at the scenery around him. When he saw the token, he understood many things.
In the Imperial Palace, he had once used the 800 Deathsworn Token.
It was made of dark iron, cold to the touch, and meticulously carved.
Later on, he saw the eight thousand death warrior tokens.
It was neither gold nor iron, and it felt even heavier in his hand. It was carved like scales, and when he vaguely recognized it, he could see that each scale was a person. There were 8,000 scales and 8,000 death warriors.
Now, he finally understood the origin of these magic tools.
