It was precisely because of the darkness that Curator Xiang saw another side to this dagger.
Moonlight poured down, passing through the hollow handle of the dagger, casting a pattern on the ground that resembled some sort of astral chart.
With a flick of Ye Wanlan's wrist, the pattern on the ground shifted and glowed brightly.
"This this this..." Curator Xiang was shocked. "Isn't this the dagger made by the King of Yan? You entered the Qianyuan Treasury?"
The reason Xiang Lefeng couldn't take the dagger back was that when he got the news, the dagger had already been delivered into the Qianyuan Treasury.
How could it now appear here?
"I only planned to wander around, and fortunately found an entrance to an underground passage." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "Then I saw my dagger and took it out along the way."
Curator Xiang: "..."
Would he believe such a story?
Only a fool would!