The bead on the ground was a blood-red wooden bead, its surface speckled with tiny golden spots.
Wang Yan recognized it at once; this wooden bead was crafted from the rare small-leafed padauk wood, and Wang Yan remembered that his senior brother always wore it.
Now that his senior brother had been killed, the bead had fallen to the ground.
Though small-leafed padauk wood is precious, it held little value for Wang Yan.
Wang Yan's gaze merely brushed past it without much thought.
Suddenly, Wang Yan thought of a question.
His senior brother was reduced to ashes by his own Dragon Pattern, with not even a fragment of clothing left unburned. Why was this bead completely unharmed?
Curious, Wang Yan walked over, bent down, and picked up the wooden bead.
As he examined it closely in his hand, the only thing he could sense from the bead was a profound aura, with no other peculiarities present.
Wang Yan studied the bead for a long while but couldn't discern anything unusual about it.
