Chương 1801: Siege

Han Sen touched the scabbard and picked it up. It felt comfortable in his palm, but it was quiet like it was dead. There was nothing more special about it.

Han Sen didn't think the scabbard would be a completely dead object, though. It might not have given off an animal-like sensation or possessed a knifemind anymore, but its soul was still there. It couldn't have been completely dead.

There had to be a reason why the scabbard was so quiet. Han Sen could not discover what that reason was, though.

He put the scabbard away and then went to examine the statue, but there was nothing of particular note.

The lake had stopped bubbling and become peaceful again, and there was no sign of a knife that belonged with the scabbard. There was only the scabbard itself.