Volume One, Chapter 162
Half a day later, although many bronze fragments had been brought in, none were what Zhao Fu wanted, leaving him somewhat disappointed.
Only half a day had passed, and many people had yet to come, so Zhao Fu still held onto some hope.
Alasna asked with concern, "Do you want to rest first?"
Zhao Fu replied, "No need. This isn't tiring, just a little dull."
The next person was an old man, who handed Zhao Fu a simple, ancient-looking bronze fragment. Zhao Fu sensed it and found no reaction at all. He said, "Sorry! This isn't it."
The old man gave a disappointed chuckle, took the hundred gold coins placed beside him, and left.
Then another fairly pretty woman happily handed Zhao Fu a bronze fragment. Yet when Zhao Fu sensed it, there was still no reaction, and he again said that it was not the one.
Zhao Fu did not dare to sense over a wide range within Alliance City, because the fluctuations released by his senses carried the aura of Origin Power. The moment he used that power, his identity would be exposed. Otherwise, Zhao Fu could have sensed countless people at once instead of checking them one by one.
At that moment, a fair and adorable little boy of seven or eight walked up to Zhao Fu and said with a grin, "Big brother, is this the one you're looking for?"
Zhao Fu looked at the fragment in the little boy's hand. It was three inches long and two fingers wide, with some rust on its surface, and it looked quite ancient.
With a simple sense, the fragment inside Zhao Fu's body trembled slightly—it had actually reacted. This was the bronze fragment Zhao Fu had been searching for. A delighted smile spread across