บท 222: Hand Gestures? Combat Techniques?

The noise was still in that strange language. Although Tang Ling could not understand it, he was somehow able to understand a bit of the meaning. It sounded like, "Sample. Take. Confirm," or something similar.

Is this black rock a sample of something? Up until now, Tang Ling had never assumed for a second that this place was filled with inhuman powers like the temple of the Gods or whatnot.

As he delved further into his thought about the situation, the cave screamed of advanced technology. With that in mind, Tang Ling carefully enveloped his part of the black object and bagged it. Then, with a strange gaze, he lifted up the dagger which was unwilling to part with the other piece of the black object.

How should he put it? The old civilization had a legend about a sword in a stone, so what would this possibly be? Something black and hard that he drew from a battle?