The sun shone brightly at 8 a.m. The weather had been clear for days. Sunlight slanted through the french windows of the Tulip Antique Exhibition hall, casting a glow on the marble floor. The reflected light was subtle, blurring the outlines of a few people near the window.0

This was Exhibition Hall 09, located deep within the eastern main hall. There were only five to six visitors in attendance at the moment. The sparse attendance was partly due to the hall's position and partly because the previous day's incident had made a significant impact.0

Aside from those genuinely interested in the antiques, at least half of the attendees had canceled their plans to visit on the third day of the exhibition. After all, no one wanted to be unwittingly caught up in some attack, putting their safety and property at risk.0

As a result, the third day had noticeably fewer attendees. Bustling halls were now much emptier, except for the areas housing the most famous antiques. Classical music echoed through the empty halls, bringing an unexpected sense of cold solitude.0

"The Spiral Eye Sword," a blond youth in Exhibition Hall 09 murmured under his breath.0

A long sword hung on the central wall of the hall, half bathed in sunlight, making it even more distinct. Unlike the large knight swords that could measure up to a meter and a half to two meters in length, the Spiral Eye Sword was only 1.2 meters long. It had a cross-like shape, with its blade taking on a peculiar, flame-like wavy pattern on both sides. The black edges of the blade seemed to ripple,...0