Emperor Quan's eyes darkened, his grip on Zhan Se's palm noticeably tightened.
"All burned up?"
Master Jingkong shook his head, and with both helplessness and a sigh, he said, "A part of it was destroyed in the fire. After we extinguished the flames, we managed to save some of it. We're still cleaning up..."
After contemplating for a few seconds, the somber light in Emperor Quan's eyes grew even more dim.
"What's left, can we take a look?"
As a former great benefactor had such a request, Master Jingkong naturally would not refuse. Shortly after, he sent a monk dressed in monastic robes to fetch it. In no time, two monks came carrying a large bamboo basket.
