However, Li Qingming himself felt nothing; no matter how he gripped the handle and tried to stir his emotions, he couldn't sense any change— it was just an ordinary handle.
Even the process hung like a crashed computer for a few seconds before spitting out characters.
[Collection: ???]
[Category: ???]
[Quality: ???]
[Description: Even with the process and all your accumulated knowledge, it's impossible to discern what this is. The only certainty is that it's still alive, needing a substantial amount of energy blocks to be ignited again.]
The vague analysis from the process ended there.
Li Qingming could only shake his head and ordered Shiyu, who was watching the commotion at the doorway, "Go outside and pick up the scabbard."
"...At least say 'help me' or 'please'." Shiyu turned her face and huffed, "You're making me lose face here, considering I'm a local authority."
So Li Qingming became more 'polite': "Roll out and fetch my damn scabbard."
