It was a fragment about the size of an infant's palm, irregularly shaped, seemingly neither gold nor stone, neither wood nor metal, with an overall dark golden hue that was deep and restrained. Its edges were rugged and sharp, as if violently torn apart by great force.
Curiously, its surface was smooth as a mirror, and the bloodstains and dust seemed unable to truly adhere to it. Under the dim hall lights, it faintly emitted a gentle glow.
The surface of the metal piece was etched with extremely intricate and complex patterns.
On one side was a distorted intertwining pattern of the sun and moon, exuding an indescribable majesty. The other side bore mysterious, densely packed small symbols resembling tadpole scripts, profound and intricate.
Previously, Chen Yi had been too busy returning to the Prince Mansion to examine it closely. Now, he was intent on using it to interrogate Wu Meng.
"The Holy Fire Order?!"
