Inside a tent, the ancient bronze war chariot mentioned by Wang Tong and Zhao Jingyuan was placed.
Zhao Yan was standing by its side, her face full of astonishment.
The ancient bronze war chariot was not big; both length and width were about one meter. Its height was less than a meter, at most seventy centimeters.
The surface of the war chariot was decorated with various bizarre patterns, but the two most prominent ones were the golden fire dragons flanking the chariot.
This chariot was obviously not meant for actual warfare, but more of a decoration, as it lacked even the handles to hitch horses.
Besides that, the most surprising thing was the chariot itself.
At this moment, the chariot was radiating a spiritual light, displaying signs of an impending mutation.
Thus, the golden fire dragons on both sides of the chariot seemed to burst forth, circling and dancing, shining with brilliance. They looked as if they were about to leap out of the chariot at any moment.
