In theory, holding this cup might let me collect whatever was hidden beneath the museum and turn it into a Supernatural Item with special effects.
If the item's rank matched that of the Holy Grail used to conceal it, then the trip would have been well worth it.
As he toyed with the Golden Cup in his hand, Fu Qian made another circuit of the area.
As it turned out, Yul had already picked clean everything of value.
What remained was mostly various kinds of decayed dust.
Fu Qian had been curious about how this sect had deduced the patterns on the cup, but he couldn't find the slightest clue.
Fortunately, he'd expected as much, so he wasn't too disappointed.
He didn't linger. After confirming there was nothing of value, Fu Qian quickly returned from underground to Yul's room and restored the entrance as he went.
Once he'd finished, he slipped quietly out of the monastery.
Just as he'd expected, there was no trace of Loretta's presence in the monastery, either coming or going.
The rather kind-hearted Lady had most likely been forced to leave.
It was already late at night, and stars filled the deep-blue sky.
Strictly speaking, now that he had the item, the obvious next step was to head beneath the museum and deal with the monster.
There was just one problem.
Eternal Clarity of Thought, the key to deciphering the Holy Grail, was still on cooldown.
And going back now, only to return later, was out of the question.
The Messenger's location was in Shangjing. He'd have to make another trip there later.
So he'd have to kill the next twenty-odd hours in this little city.
Of course, passing the time was no challenge for Fu Qian, who was used to being alone.
Especially since