Luo Mingye and Xia Mengyao ventured deeper into the labyrinthine side chambers of the palace, their footsteps echoing softly until they arrived at a hall that shimmered with an oppressive, metallic brilliance.
The room was a breathtaking display of martial history. Hundreds of artifacts—swords that pulsed with elemental energy, spears that seemed to hum with the sound of wind, and armor plated in dragon-scale patterns—were displayed with a meticulous, reverent order.
Each weapon rested atop a small, glowing rock that hovered in mid-air, rotating slowly to show off every curve of the smith's work.
On the base of these floating pedestals, glowing inscriptions detailed the artifact's rank, its name, and the legendary master who had forged it.
"Wow~!" Mingye's eyes widened to the size of saucers, the reflection of a dozen high ranking artifacts dancing in her pupils. "Sister Mengyao, there are so many! Let's split the room in half! You take the left, I take the right!"
