Creak…0

Song You pushed open the door, holding the girl’s hand. He let her step in first before following her inside.0

The moment he entered, Song You sensed that something was off. The little girl seemed to pick up on it as well. Her expression grew serious, and she looked around cautiously, craning her neck.0

Their gazes finally locked on the table. On it lay a dagger. Its hilt was wooden, and its blade was straight.0

Whoosh!0

White smoke suddenly rose within the room, resembling both clouds and mist. Within it, faint flashes of thunder could be seen, and a majestic figure emerged from the haze, radiating divine light.0

“Here’s your Water-Splitting Blade. I’ve also investigated its origin,” the divine being within the cloud and mist said. The voice, though quieter than before, still carried a reverberating echo, as if it were repeatedly striking the listeners’ eardrums. 0

“This blade belonged to the River God of the Yin River. It was forged a thousand years ago but was lost to the mortal world about eight hundred years ago. Not long after its loss, the River God of the Yin River was punished for negligence and stripped of his title due to the loss of the ritual vessel and negligence of duty, leading to his gradual demise...1