Lian Ziqiong wore a black, form-fitting outfit, her ponytail tied behind her head. The two short blades at her waist gleamed coldly in the morning light.
She leaned back in her chair with her legs crossed, toying with a fist-sized piece of metal as she waited for them to return, bored out of her mind.
When she saw Luo Fan push the door open and enter, she casually tossed it.
The piece of metal traced an arc and landed securely in Luo Fan's hand.
It felt warm and smooth to the touch, and heavy.
Fine natural patterns covered its milky-white surface. A hazy glow seeped from those patterns, warm and gentle, like sunlight on a spring afternoon.
The Innate Yang Steel.
Everyone in the Hope Convoy gathered around.
Niu Dagang leaned in closest, staring wide-eyed at the fist-sized piece of metal, his mouth hanging open. "This is the Innate Yang Steel? The thing that keeps all Weird from daring to come near?"
Lin Feifei leaned closer too, reaching out to touch it, only to pull her fingers back just before they made contact, as though afraid she might damage it. "This light... why does it look like sunlight?"
Ai Si leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the metal. Although he said nothing, the curiosity in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Mo Yuling also took a few steps closer, tilting her head slightly as she studied the metal and its soft glow.
An Xiaoran stood beside Luo Fan, her little hand clutching the hem of his clothes out of habit. Her clear eyes settled on the Innate Yang Steel, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
She did not care how precious it was, but since Luo Fan had gotten what he