Grey nodded and continued to listen to Ange explain about the Dao of medicine. This continued for a few hours before customers began to come in for the day.
As Grey sat down quietly by the side, he fell into a brooding mood. His thoughts wandered back to the topic about artifacts and magic treasures.
He then remembered the figure in dark gold light that he had seen come out from a statue the night before.
'Could that have been a magic treasure? No, it was too life like and seemed to have sentience. It even went as far as to show disdain to the bizarre existence!'
Recalling the recollection about the dark gold figure, his subconsciousness drifted to the illusionary dark gold sword that hovered over its head as the figure slashed down.
Remembering that scene, Grey's blood boiled and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes. He tried to slash down with his hand the same way that figure did but felt his slash was ordinary and plain.
