"What are you doing?"
Outside the factory, Yingu Yue, who was crouching in front of Chen Chenchen's corpse, heard a voice behind him. His fingers pinched a thin piece of purple veil. "I'm trying to figure out how to use this. Pretty amazing stuff, it can actually create darkness that devours light. I want it."
"You can't use it," Xia Lingguo said, "Extreme Divine Weapons require an elaborate ritual every time ownership changes hands, and even temporarily transferring usage rights needs the original owner's consent. This veil definitely doesn't belong to the assassin—it's probably something the head of their organization lent him."
"So, unless that so-called boss dies, I can't use this veil?"
"Why else do you think he dares to lend such a treasure to some blade-licking assassin?"
"Can't we just hide it until he dies of old age?"
