The dagger was a little rusted and worn from the weather. But aside from that, it didn't appear too old.
A tiny inscription was within its blade and saw the Thunderous Cloud insignia and Zhang Wang instantly scowled at the sight. Of all the other sects that existed out there, Thunderous Cloud had to sit on the bottom rungs of his least liked.
Not to mention, they were way out north from their territory, were they trying to stir up trouble again? Zhang Wang wouldn't put it past those pig-headed fools.
But still, it begged the question of Hou Ruyen's involvement and why she never mentioned a word about the mystery they now faced. It felt outside her character.
Sikong Ren peeled himself away and crossed his arms over his chest as he normally did. But he was quiet, as he tended to be when still lost in thought.
