'This should be it.' Qi Suian had indeed found the poison bottle.
But it wasn't at one of the thousand-year-old battlefields outside the city. He had searched there twice and found absolutely nothing. Then, just as he sat down to rest, a small child happened to wander up to him, carrying this Blood Race Sacred Artifact.
He bought it from the child for three Copper Coins.
It was a vessel his family used to hold water. The child didn't know its origin; it had been in his home for as long as he could remember.
He heard it had been there since his grandfather was a boy, so who knows how many generations it had been passed down.
The lifespans of commoners weren't long, so generations passed quickly.
It was a good thing this Blood Race Sacred Artifact didn't activate on its own, otherwise his entire family would probably be dead.
'This family's oral hygiene must be impeccable. They would've been in trouble at the first sign of bleeding gums.'
