The storeroom was enormous, with no windows around its walls.
A heavy cloth curtain hung over the entrance, blocking out all the sunlight outside.
The dim room was lit only by more than a dozen arm-thick candles.
The iron piece was piled together with a heap of seemingly miscellaneous objects: ornaments and knickknacks.
Lu Cheng was certain this piece and the one he had were part of the same whole.
Under the flickering candlelight, everything else, whether metal or ornament, reflected the light.
Only the iron piece sat there gloomily, giving off no luster at all.
At first glance, it looked like black wood, but Lu Cheng knew it was made of metal.
Perhaps that was why the iron piece had been stored in the storeroom.
This iron piece was triangular too, about the same size as the one in Lu Cheng's possession, but clearly thinner.
It seemed to have been polished.
Lu Cheng took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the pile, pretending to look around as he examined the iron piece.
The iron piece had indeed been treated; there wasn't a trace of rust left on it.
But perhaps the cleaning had also damaged it.
The patterns that should have been on its surface were now broken and discontinuous.
Lu Cheng studied it for a long while, but couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Seeing that Lu Cheng had been standing there for quite some time, Xue Yin walked over, glanced at the pile, and asked:
"What, interested in these little trinkets?"
Lu Cheng replied without betraying his thoughts:
"A little, but mostly I'm curious."
"The other things in this storeroom are worth something, but this pile..."
"They don't look valuable. They look more like children's toys. Why are they being kept in this