"Is it like a sword?" the Elephant Beast hesitated.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Can you see clearly?"
"Not clearly, it seems like a sword, yet not quite. Did you see it?"
"I think it's a sword, but a strangely-shaped broken sword."
His eyes returned to their usual clarity.
"A broken sword... no wonder," the Elephant Beast said. "It's a discarded sword, so the Divine Race didn't take it, but..."
The Elephant Beast's tail gently swayed as it slowly said, "This sword is quite unusual."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
This broken sword could threaten his life, naturally, it was unusual.
"Their bell is quite interesting," the Elephant Beast said. "It can shake the heart and spirit."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded, "Its power is indeed remarkable, but..."
That small bell was only the size of a palm, brown, ancient, and clearly weathered by time.
When shaken, it faintly emitted purple light.
So small, yet the sound produced was like a giant copper bell, deep and melodious, able to transmit far.
