The box by Xu Wuji's feet had been knocked over when he'd just fallen to the ground. Its contents had spilled out.
One was a comical-looking sculpture flexing its muscles. The other looked like a tiny, somewhat transparent grain of sand, almost impossible to see.
"What's that?" Lu Yin asked curiously.
Xu Wuji said, "A token of love between me and Xiao Fang."
Lu Yin glanced at Xu Wuji. "Sand?"
Xu Wuji took out another jar of wine and drank. "It looks like it. We call it Illusory Sand."
"If you get close to it, think of it, and then think of something else, it'll unconsciously transform into the thing you imagine. Xiao Fang and I stumbled upon this material and made it our token of love."
Lu Yin was astonished. Such a thing existed?
He approached the sand. Each grain was exactly the same size. As he thought of the sand and imagined a sword, the grains before him began to move and then came together in the shape of a sword.
There were too many strange things in the universe. The first thing Lu Yin thought of was Narrowness. That thing seemed almost sentient. If you hit it, it would definitely counterattack in the same way, from the direction of the strike. It was just as incredible as the Illusory Sand before him.
"Hm? Why are there so few?" Xu Wuji stared at the sword formed from Illusory Sand, puzzled.
The sword fell apart, and the Illusory Sand grains scattered.
Xu Wuji stared at them, hatred replacing the look in his eyes. "It was him."
Lu Yin was confused.
Xu Wuji clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot. "Illusory Sand has a slight adhesive quality. When that person killed Xiao Fang, she must have taken some out. He killed