"I remembered, Elder Zhou. I managed to take something from them. A blade marked with a flame and crescent moon that I managed to disarm from my opponent. It might be a clue."
At this, Elder Zhou's expression shifted, her interest piqued. "A blade with such a mark, you say? Where is it?"
Xu Qi raised a hand weakly, summoning his spatial bag to his palm. He retrieved the blade and handed it to Elder Zhou, who examined it carefully. Her eyes narrowed as she traced the intricate carvings along the hilt, her brow furrowing.
"This symbol... it's not one I recognize immediately," She admitted with regret in her tone as if she was reprimanding herself for not knowing it at a glance, "But the craftsmanship is distinctive. This weapon wasn't forged by just anyone."
"Could it be tied to another sect?" Xu Qi asked.
