The mustached man and I rushed into the Great Hall together.
During our hurried journey, both of us felt incredibly thrilled.
The mustached man kept mumbling under his breath, "A skull from a mighty realm cultivator will definitely forge an amazing weapon!"
I felt pretty frustrated that this brilliant idea hadn't crossed my mind sooner.
We reached the Great Hall quickly.
The skull we'd discovered earlier had partially cracked, but with careful searching, we could still locate several fragments.
We started hunting through everything systematically, and before long, I spotted a skull piece lying on the floor.
"Found one!" I called out eagerly.
The mustached man rushed over to where I stood, saying excitedly, "That skull belongs to me!"
He stretched his hand toward the skull immediately.
But the moment the mustached man's fingers made contact with the skull, it dissolved into powder.
A breeze swept through, leaving absolutely nothing behind.
