"A dagger... what kind of dagger could it be?"
The Golden Lion King asked softly.
"I haven't detected any Mystic Qi fluctuations on Young Lord Jin Xiao."
"So a dagger pierced Young Lord Jin Xiao's temple and extinguished his life."
"It was likely a Spirit Treasure."
Night Mist offered his analysis.
"A Spirit Treasure..."
The Golden Lion King looked thoughtful.
Spirit Treasures were objects imbued with special powers, but they were fundamentally different from magical artifacts.
In many legends, Spirit Treasures acquired their mysterious powers after being touched by the aura of a divinity.
Moreover, every Spirit Treasure was unique and difficult to replicate.
Over countless years, many master artificers had attempted to forge Spirit Treasures, but all had failed.
That power belonged to divinities, a domain even cultivators could not reach.
This also made Spirit Treasures scarce and far more precious than magical artifacts.
"Have you found anything else?"
The Golden Lion King asked.
"Nothing else for now."
"All I can say is that whoever assassinated Young Lord Jin Xiao likely has assassination skills even better than our chief's."
"Finding any trace of them won't be easy."
Night Mist said gravely.
When he first arrived, he had been full of confidence.
Now, after examining Jin Xiao's corpse, that confidence had vanished completely.
"Very well."
"Then there's one more favor I need to ask of you, Elder Night Mist."
The Golden Lion King's expression remained calm.
"Please speak, Lion King," Night Mist answered readily.
"Lend me your head."
As the Golden Lion King finished speaking, a terrifying, domineering Qi Mechanism erupted from his body.
It was so violent that it could shake the mind itself.
Night Mist seemed to hear a fierce, overpowering lion's roar, and his soul was stunned into submission.
Whoosh!
The Golden Lion King raised his hand