The fragment seems to have the shape of a dragon and a tiger, a faint cold light penetrating the soul.
Just a glance, and Zhang Fan stopped in his tracks, unable to move his gaze away, as if something in the void connected him, deeply attracted to that metal fragment.
"What is this?" Zhang Fan pointed at the metal fragment, unable to resist asking.
At this moment, the sleepy stall owner finally lifted his head. An old man with a nose full of broken capillaries, gray eyebrows, wearing a shabby cotton coat and a pair of slippers with cartoon patterns.
He squinted, looking at the metal fragment, then at Zhang Fan.
"Young man, you have a good eye, this is the most valuable treasure in my stall."
As he spoke, the old man with the nose full of broken capillaries picked up the metal fragment, speaking eloquently.
