As Liu Ming passed by an inconspicuous corner, the previously hidden Void Sword Sheath at his waist suddenly trembled. His brows furrowed, and he immediately stopped in his tracks, casting his gaze towards the bottom of a nearby shelf.
There lay a golden scroll, appearing somewhat damaged and rolled together, yet vaguely retaining illustrations of flying swords upon it.
A glint flashed in Liu Ming's eyes; it was just now that a strand of sword aura emanated from this scroll, though it vanished quickly. If not for the sword pill sensing this aura, even his spiritual perception might not have detected it.
"Shop owner, may I take a look at this item?" Liu Ming pointed to the scroll and said to the middle-aged shopkeeper.
"Sure, sure, no problem." The shop owner hastily replied, waving his hand to release a beam of white light onto the white light restriction of the shelf.