Looking down, inside the box lay a short knife.
Only three inches long, about the length of a dagger.
The handle and the base appeared to be made of some kind of wood, but the grain had worn smooth.
The blade was sharp, but it clearly bore several rice-sized notches, as if damaged in battle.
At the spots where the notches were, if you looked closely, you could see extremely fine cracks on the blade—it was obvious that this knife had been in fierce combat, had clashed with formidable enemies, and was already damaged.
Most importantly, the blood groove beside the blade was faintly tinged with rust that seemed neither red nor black!
This blood rust seemed to have been wiped, but it had seeped into the blade, impossible to clean completely.
What caught Chen Yan's attention was…
This knife was a Magical Artifact!
A Magical Artifact that had been battle-damaged!
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Almost instantly, several words surfaced in Chen Yan's mind.
Stolen goods!
Murder and theft!
