"What's wrong, Junior Brother?" Seeing the strange look on Li Xiaoya's face, Zhang Hong couldn't help asking curiously.
"I need to find that bead of mine. Feng Chenzi is still inside the necklace. That fellow is no good, but I still want to get the fourth level of the Overlord Art out of him." Li Xiaoya spoke with a look of realization. Over the years, perhaps because of Zhang Hong, he had gradually stopped longing quite so deeply for the relatives he had never met. He had always wanted to look for the bead, but with one good thing after another falling into his hands, he had somewhat neglected Feng Chenzi. Only now, with Second Better suddenly joining him, had he remembered Feng Chenzi.
"Oh! I'd forgotten too until you mentioned it. Wasn't that something your mother left you?" Zhang Hong recalled it as well and spoke up beside him.
"Let's go look. It should be near where the Fire Dragon Sword exploded," Li Xiaoya suggested, then shot off toward the spot.
"All right."
When they arrived, they saw that although more than a decade had passed and plenty of trees and grass had grown back, traces of the Fire Dragon Sword's explosion remained. The grass here was noticeably sparser than elsewhere, and the ground formed a small basin.
"Thinking back on it now, we really were in terrible danger. If not for the Fire Dragon Sword, we might have died long ago." Returning to the old site left Li Xiaoya rather emotional.
"Yes. Junior Brother Li, your Fire Dragon Sword truly is an extraordinary treasure. Even a magic treasure couldn't match such a formidable spiritual artifact," Zhang Hong said with a sigh of her own.
"Hahaha! Of course! My Senior Brother gave it to me as a first-meeting gift.