"Could it be...?"
Zhao Sheng's heart suddenly gave rise to a thought.
He immediately set the stick askew, waving his hand to condense a water dragon that repeatedly washed over the surface of the stick.
As the thick layer of blood scabs was washed away, the stick gradually revealed its true texture.
The stick looked as if it had been melted by high heat and then solidified again.
The uneven surface was riddled with glass-like, smooth, molten crystals, but in some pits, there were a few grains of sand-sized and flashing with blue light, mysterious metal particles.
"Is this... could this be Geng Metal?!" Zhao Sheng exclaimed in astonishment.
"What?"
Hearing Zhao Sheng's out-of-character exclamation, Zhao Jijian and the other person were immediately alarmed and hurried over to check.
Upon inspection, both were also shocked.
Geng Metal?!