No Traces

"These are not Immortal weapons," Lin Mu realized.

He decided to leave the weapons be, lest he invite some hidden misfortune. His knowledge of this world's cultivators was still too limited. Until he understood the intricacies of their cultivation systems and the nature of their tools, he couldn't risk exposing himself to unfamiliar energies. These weapons felt... off. Foreign. And potentially dangerous.

With nothing more to gain from the room, Lin Mu phased downward through the floor, traveling through the stone and reemerging atop the building via one of its thick support pillars. Cool night air greeted him as he stepped into the open, stars glimmering faintly above.

He called out with a silent signal—one that only a certain companion would recognize.

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