Mo Xie immediately headed to the Ancient Capital Museum with Han Ji and Zhu Meng.
The other senior officials did not accompany them. They still had duties to attend to and could not stay with them any longer.
The Ancient Capital Museum had escaped the undead attacks and remained intact. It had served as one of the shelters, but now that the undead army had retreated, it stood empty.
Unlike the battered streets outside, every corner of the museum carried a sense of history. Soft light fell on each exhibit, stirring a quiet sense of wonder.
"This is the Ancient Capital Museum. It houses many precious exhibits. Take a look and see if anything catches your eye, Mo Xie."
Mo Xie nodded at Han Ji's words and walked through the magnificent, solemn museum, his gaze sweeping over rows of display cases.
The museum held precious exhibits everywhere he looked: rare forging materials, powerful Magic Tools, and Magic Artifacts. It was hard not to feel a flicker of desire.
For Mo Xie, though, admiration outweighed desire. These truly were treasures left behind by a city with a thousand years of history.
At last, he stopped before a glass display case, his eyes settling on a pair of wings marked by age.
Wings might not have been the right word. They looked more like a pair of skeletal wings, with no feathers on the outside and faintly crimson patterns branded into their pale bones.
Seeing Mo Xie's interest in the Bone Wings, Han Ji walked over and explained.
"These Bone Wings were brought into the museum long ago. They're called the Glazed Phoenix Feather. They seem to have come from a Ruler Level Demon Beast, but they've probably lost their power by now."
Han Ji's words told Mo Xie that no one