"So? What's the material tier, and where is it?"
Despite the dangers of bringing the statue back to life, a grin split his face.
As long as he forged his body, even if those powerhouses failed to deal with it, he didn't doubt he would have the means to deal with it in five years.
The cleaver's whispers resounded next.
"The answer lies at sea. There was a city between the central and southern continents fifteen thousand years ago. They used maritime beasts' mythical tendons to fortify their ships. Who knows, you might find something there?"
"A city from fifteen thousand years ago? Great! I'm sure it's still around, and their people are selling them."
A disdainful snort escaped his lips as he glared at the distant cleaver.
'What a scammer. The information is worth nothing.'
However, the cleaver spoke again, its tone firm.
