Yang Yuan suspiciously disassembled the feed inlet, took out a small knife, and found that there was not a single mark on it. He was a bit puzzled: "Jiayan, where did you get this small knife? It feels much harder than scales. My printer can print scales, but this knife, it didn't even remove a single bit of rust."
"No way?"
Zhao Jiayan stood up in shock: "I picked up this small knife from the ruins when I first came to this world."
"What ruins?" Yang Yuan raised an eyebrow and asked.
"The ruins where the Alliance unearthed the Drought Fiend... the Ancient Ruins." Zhao Jiayan answered.
"…!"
Yang Yuan grimaced: "Jiayan, what a stroke of luck! This thing might be an ancient treasure. The Ancient Ruins in this world have existed for countless years, yet this knife is only rusty and hasn't completely decayed."
