What would he find? Junk.
He found junk!!!
His luck had run out. Too many good things had fallen into his lap. He had Xuan Jian, Xuan Yang, Xu Hu Zhe, Xu Si, Xu San, and now Xu Zeng. The transmigration gods were now taunting him!
Xu Feng crouched down in the rugged terrain; his gaze fixed on his curious "junk-like" discovery—a jagged piece of metal that lay before him. The object appeared dark in both color and aura, glistening with an uncanny allure in the slivers of sunlight that pierced through the dense canopy above.
Its weight took Xu Feng by surprise, far heavier than he had anticipated for an item of its size, resembling a forearm sized shard of obsidian steel. He couldn't lift the object without bracing himself.
