"Snow?"
An Jing raised his head, reached out his hand, and caught a snowflake, feeling the chill melt in his palm: "Indeed, we are in the northwest... Perhaps it's the influence of the Frost Calvary? But can the impact reach this far?"
Perhaps, the heavens were about to change.
At this moment, all the demonic qi had dissipated, and a golden, damaged knuckle duster, located at the center of the Evil Born Demon's corpse, was revealed.
"Is this…"
An Jing's heart stirred, and he walked forward to pick it up: "The relic of the Demon Sect Grandmaster who grievously wounded the Evil Born Demon?"
"Master Shu..."
Strong yang qi lingered and gathered in this knuckle duster, burning away all demonic qi. Once the demonic qi had dissipated, it calmed and became subdued, the gold dimming to a luster similar to matte brass.
An Jing fell silent for a moment, then put it away.
