Choosing a Weapon

Each grave had a special kind of spellwork laid across it. The veil of energy made it impossible to see what sort of treasure might lie within.

But through the viewpoint of the Purple-Eye Butterfly, Han Sen could see a replay of how the grave was constructed. That allowed him to see what was inside.

Bai Wei didn't have any powers like that, so she didn't want to waste time contemplating the fickleness of luck. She walked over to the closest crown grave, clearly intending to push it open.

"Hang on!" Han Sen stopped Bai Wei from opening the grave.

The grave that Bai Wei was standing over held a decent weapon, but its level was still pretty low. It would be useless for their purposes.

"What?" Bai Wei looked at Han Sen with some confusion.

"That gravestone isn't suitable for you. We should look around some more." Han Sen smiled.