Chu Yunyun had now arrived at the pawnshop in the alley.
When she saw the flagpole displayed outside the shop, almost indistinguishable in shape from a spear, her expression eased.
Then her willow-leaf brows drew together again.
Seeing it again today, Chu Yunyun felt it even more clearly.
The flagpole seemed to be calling to her, even making the blood and qi within her stir faintly.
Chu Yunyun also had a vague sense that this flagpole was extremely important to her.
She walked over, touched it lightly with her slender hand, and channeled the little True Essence she had recovered into it, examining it carefully.
A moment later, disbelief appeared in Chu Yunyun's eyes.
Her examination indicated that the flagpole was nothing more than ordinary black iron.
The problem was that this Eighth-Rank Upper black iron flagpole had remained completely undamaged after enduring her True Essence, which had reached First-Rank strength!
What exactly was this thing?
Chu Yunyun looked again at the two ancient characters engraved near the bottom of the flagpole.
Then she withdrew her gaze.
The two ancient characters were blurred beyond recognition.
"Shopkeeper!" Chu Yunyun looked into the shop. "Can this flagpole in my hand be sold now?"
The pawnshop's proprietor had already come out to greet her.
His memory was good enough that he actually recognized Chu Yunyun, and he gave a wry chuckle. "Oh, it's you! Didn't I say before that it was pawned for six months? It's still far too early. You'll have to wait until at least the beginning of next year."
Chu Yunyun knitted her brows, then put the flagpole back with deep regret.
Then her expression shifted slightly. "Shopkeeper, do you know who owns this flagpole and where they live?"
"Well..." The proprietor's gaze was hesitant.
He really did not quite