Nan Jue knew a great deal about wards, formation diagrams, and ancient spells, but being trapped in that illusion had been deeply unpleasant.
So however curious she was about the blade in Zhou Sining's hand, she had no desire to look at it again.
She had never encountered Magic Equipment so sinister or powerful. One glance had dragged her into an illusion and left her to fend for herself. She could hardly imagine what terrifying resistance its wards would unleash if she touched it.
"You could visit West Lake and Tianshan someday. There are many inscriptions like these there, along with guardians who have carried on the tradition. They might be able to help you," Nan Jue said.
"All right..." Zhou Sining was disappointed.
He had thought Nan Jue might discover something, but in the end, she had come up with less than he had guessed himself.
"Why don't you try touching this Wooden Fish? You're the one who killed the Artifact Spirit, so there's a good chance it'll accept you as its master." Nan Jue steered the conversation back to the vessel.
Zhou Sining shook his head. "No need. I know it doesn't belong to me."
Since Nan Jue could not solve the mystery of the Crimson Blade: Burning Heaven, Zhou Sining let the matter go.
He put the blade back in his Spatial Ring, and the three of them returned to the Temple to rest.
By noon the next day, all fourteen had packed their bags and were ready to leave for Tokyo.
The monks had recovered well after receiving treatment. To their credit, they told the group what had happened to Narahara Sora years ago.
Their account matched everything Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu had seen in the Wooden Fish World.
Narahara Sora and Miyata had