Not long after, Xu Yuyu returned with Wang Zhan's belongings: a perfectly preserved blade, a small vial of medicinal powder, and a tiny shield, riddled with holes and looking as flimsy as a toy.
He held the shield; it was barely larger than his palm.
It was covered in scratches and perforations. Whose masterpiece could this be? he wondered.
"What is this thing? Did I really have this piece of junk on me?"
He was dumbfounded. Never in his life had he seen a shield so… COUGH, COUGH… unconventionally striking and utterly unforgettable.
Just then, a hoarse, dry, and halting female voice suddenly echoed in Wang Zhan's mind.
"Do… not… reveal… this… This is… a Sect's… Small World… If you… can quickly… repair my damage… I can… take you out…"
Wang Zhan's eyes narrowed, fixated on the shield in his hand.
Is this for real?
Or is there some ancient entity hidden inside, waiting for a chance to possess me?
And then, Wang Zhan saw.
